What is home?

Prompt: curse of the gypsy blood

Joram lifted his head off Cianal’s chest and looked at him. “Do you ever think of settling down?” he said, tilting his head to one side.

Cianal frowned. “Whatever do you mean?” he asked, shaking his head. “I’m settled well enough. I live with you, don’t I?”

“You travel back and forth with me,” Joram said. His gaze drifted to the window. For a moment, he watched the scenery in silence. “We spend half our time at one home and half our time at the other. The constant traveling back and forth doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all,” Cianal said, laughing. He shrugged and shook his head. “I think I’d get bored staying in one city all the time. Much more fun this way.” He looked intently at Joram, “Does it bother you?”

Joram smiled. “My home is wherever you are,” he said, his voice faint.

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