[Oh. That makes a lot of sense, actually. It's weird to imagine being cognizant of a world you don't know, wherein your niche is not defined by virtue of that fact. So Atem appended himself to someone else and essentially became a part of him, an anchor in a world he didn't recognize and a world that didn't know him.

She always thought she stood on a poor foundation with her mother gone, but Atem...what he went through was unlike anything she's ever heard of.

When he mirrors her posture form earlier, she returns the gesture he offered her. A hand briefly, tentatively placed on his shoulder. It's weird to touch someone, but he didn't hesitate, just like Bruno never hesitated with her. It's the least she can do, when there's nothing else to be done, really.]

...No one would. It's only natural to want a place in the world. We've all got somewhere we belong, right?

[And...finding it is the hardest part.

Still:]

I don't think that means his heart wasn't your home. Home is wherever you're safe. He kept you safe, just like you kept him safe. If that weren't true, I don't know if you would've felt the way you did about him or his friends.

So, I think it's possible to have more than one home. This place helped you remember the first one you ever had, the one that shaped you as a person.

[It's not one he can go back to, however. Trish runs a hand through the hair at the nape of her neck when that particular thought strikes her.

And again when it makes her think of where they are now. He has precious memories of this place too, but that begs the question:]

...What do you consider your "home" in a world like this, Atem?