Clara and Tanek
Tanek shrugged as an answer, just as inclined to consider the future as he was to think about the past. The past was a foreign land, but the future? He did not even know how to think about the future. He still had to get used to the idea of having one.
He smiled as she told about her summer, a kind of summer he only remembered faintly. It was unfair how memory worked, he figured, robbing you of the good stuff before relieving you of the bad stuff. "You have a home," he said, and there was something odd about his smile. Something wistful. "A home to always return to. Is something you should cherish, Clara."