Pulling her in closer she took as an invitation of sorts and rested her head against him. The heat was comforting even if it didn't do a lot for her head. As soothing as it was she stopped trying to put her thoughts in order and let them fracture more to drift where they wanted.
"Chicago?" That was home. That was what her heart said anyway. A warm house with a neat picket fence her dad had built. A well used yard, front and back, with a treehouse nestled in the large tree behind the house. Children everywhere of all ages. Home.