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"Not" John Harrison (respondedinkind) wrote in wariscoming,

Khan didn't know how to respond to that. 'Home' was a difficult word for him. It had been a very long time since he could call somewhere home. It was one of the things he hated about James Kirk. The man seemed to settle into San Francisco like he'd been born there. Khan had lived the majority of his life in England and still couldn't make himself call it home. Especially not in the 2200s.

The hardest part was, he wasn't sure which home John meant. The Inn he'd been living in when Moriarty had taken him? The complex? Or his original home, the flat he'd shared with the man who'd shared Khan's face? It shouldn't have been this difficult to decide.

"You're being cared for here," Khan countered instead, his voice firm and decisive. "You need the care they're providing." Though in all honesty, Khan was cynical of 21st century medical care anyway. And at that moment, he was more concerned for John Watson's mental health than anything else. The man looked almost catatonic. Were he not actually replying, he'd be more concerned.

It wasn't fair. The world kept kicking this man around. And Khan had been one of the ones to do so. Guilt was a rare emotion for him, but he was feeling it at that moment. "At least he's gone. That has to help." He was struggling for answers to questions that weren't even being asked.