[viktor nods- he supposes that is the point, a home is the memories and the memories are made with others. the bond, the feeling of it.

at the moment he is more concerned with allen's reaction, watching what feels like some revelation pass through allen's head. he thinks (hopes really) it is good, whatever happened, and offers a smile back to allen's watery one.]

I can tell you are being sentimental again. [gentle teasing, then god. well.] I owe a great deal of it to you, Allen. I hope you are aware. I did... not have much hope, before we met. I certainly did not think it wise to make connections.