"Your dad travels a lot?" [Bourne asked. Used to collect them. Like she'd deliberately stopped. A lot of the past tense in that response, but maybe that was just because she'd been on the Barge for so long. It really did become a whole other life.
And she had to open with a tough question, didn't she?] "I haven't really had a home. Not for a long while." [About six weeks in the real world (only? It felt like years). Months and months on the Barge.] "This, though," [he said, indicating the room,] "is Goa, India. The last place I was able to settle in." [He'd almost have preferred an empty room. This was too bittersweet, too much a perfect replica of their shack, that sometimes he half-expected Marie to come walking in the door with a grin on her face. Then reality would set in again, and it was always like a punch to the gut. Especially since that last damn port.]
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And she had to open with a tough question, didn't she?] "I haven't really had a home. Not for a long while." [About six weeks in the real world (only? It felt like years). Months and months on the Barge.] "This, though," [he said, indicating the room,] "is Goa, India. The last place I was able to settle in." [He'd almost have preferred an empty room. This was too bittersweet, too much a perfect replica of their shack, that sometimes he half-expected Marie to come walking in the door with a grin on her face. Then reality would set in again, and it was always like a punch to the gut. Especially since that last damn port.]