Another g, another note. Al's lips stretched in a smile. He'd never seen this side of Ben before. The thorough, measured handwriting which by itself looked like musical score.
"We are," he answered. "It's home."
It wasn't Ben's home anymore though, and for a second, Al found himself reminiscing about the Garden Court, the reading music room with enough space for books and the newspaper christmas tree. "Where are you staying now?"