[He sighed and moved so that his shoulder would brush Linneus' as he breathed, about the most he dared in a "public" space. Once they were in the man's apartment, if he wanted a hug, it ought to be safe enough. The last thing he wanted to do was get Linneus in trouble his first day in the city!]


People do leave here alla time, but it ain't from wishin. Dunno how they get chosen ta leave, an some of 'em end up right back here again anyway. But I know whatcha mean. Somehow . . . makin a life here, even just a little bit, kinda feels like lettin goa home.


[There was understanding and resignation in his tone. McCoy covered Linneus' hand on the rail, giving it a gentle squeeze.]


S'ok. Ya get used ta it. An ya can always take the stairs instead.