[He recognizes equivocation when he hears it, and so he does not pry, although she earns from him a curious look.

Oh, but she asked about home. He grins and shrugs, conceding metaphorical defeat to her higher stakes.] Not much. School. A semester I'm probably going to have to re-do; I wandered through the rift just after midterms, infuriatingly. Don't get me wrong, I'll be happy enough to be home, but... for me it's not exactly life or death.

I'll probably be here a while.