Chapter 32

“It’s a house,” Fox said again, going to different rooms. A bathroom, an office, a solarium, a bedroom.

It was all there, but without the lived-in touch of a real home. It was big enough to house a family, but Seven was in here by himself most of the time. King was a quiet visitor, who didn’t seem to care that he couldn’t access the rest of the house.

“Does it really bother you that my domain is a house?” Seven asked, curious.

“People don’t generally have domains of anywhere they actually associate with their home IRL,” Fox told him matter-of-factly.

“I suppose,” Seven conceded. “This is my only home. I like the impression, that I have a real place to live. Here is where I go to sleep. It’s safe, generally.”

“Haven’t there been studies finding it’s not good for the body to sleep in the Cerebrum? How often do you sleep here?”

Seven frowned. “Whenever I need sleep, obviously.”

“It sounds like you never leave the Cerebrum.”

“I don’t.”