[They walk in comfortable silence for a while then, Albert leading the way. Contrary to Franz's strange discomfort, Albert actually feels strangely okay with their sudden role-reversal. It actually feels good to be the one taking care of Franz, for a change. To be relied upon, instead of the one always relying on. It isn't the first time it's occurred to him since Franz's death that the balance of their relationship before was horribly uneven.]
... Here we go, then. Home sweet home, for now.
[And the door opens at Albert's touch.
If he had more belongings, the room would be an absolute mess. But as it is, it's mostly just kind of sparse with a few things scattered here and there. Albert's spare clothes lie slung over the top of the chest of drawers, his passport next to them, his pajamas disheveled on top of one of the beds, and a book from Jehan by the pillow.]
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... Here we go, then. Home sweet home, for now.
[And the door opens at Albert's touch.
If he had more belongings, the room would be an absolute mess. But as it is, it's mostly just kind of sparse with a few things scattered here and there. Albert's spare clothes lie slung over the top of the chest of drawers, his passport next to them, his pajamas disheveled on top of one of the beds, and a book from Jehan by the pillow.]