( Jack blinks — like it never even occurred to him to question it himself. Like he never thought it would come up, like nobody would ever wonder let alone ask. )

That's where I work, back home. ( He answers simply, with a shrug. ) I guess I own it now, technically, but... yeah, I've spent most of my adult life there, more or less.

( And a lot of his non-adult life there too, in a way, considering Sabine had been his life from age seven onward. Considering her parents owned it, and everywhere he lived seemed to be within a certain proximity to the place.

It probably sseems stupid, making his domain his job, but... )

I don't really have anywhere else.

( Even his house isn't really his house. It's certainly not his home. It's just... where he goes when he's off the clock. It's the place he showers and stores his books. )