Break lets him go only long enough to snatch a pillow from a couch and chuck it on the floor by the coffee table; he wants something comfy to sit on. Then he reaches out to tug at Gilbert's coat, insistently, pulling the taller man down next to him as he plops down.

The heavy book is dropped onto the table, and Break opens it up and flips through it until he finds the photograph he's looking for.

"That's Boston," he declares, almost breathlessly. "That's Boston, that's where I live. See?"