"Right?" Karen asks, her accompanying smile a little surprised, though if she really stops to think about it, it isn't all that unexpected coming from John. As strange a feeling as she'd always found it to be, somehow it just makes sense that he would understand it, even if it's for different reasons. "I mean, not that I was homeless, obviously, but even with all the awful shit that happened... I always felt safe there. Something about being one of so many, I guess. Or just the way you come to know a place. Maybe a little of both."

She'd certainly felt safer there than at home, but saying even that much seems like opening a door that then there would be no closing, too close to too many truths. Besides, she would much rather enjoy this than get too hung up on the past now.