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“Come on babe, please let me give you fare money. I mean it’s a pain for you to have to come from the other side of the city to get here,” Theo complained. The bus ride from Tribeca to the north side of Manhattan was a pain, and he knew the ride well by now. He loved the culture of Tavin’s side of the island, but he enjoyed his safe haven on his side. His big tribeca apartment handed down to him after his father had died though he didn’t start living in it until college as he previously lived with his aunt and her family.
And while his home was with his family, this place was also home, it seemed to hold inspiration for him. It was the first home he had ever known, and the only one he had known with his parents in it. He left it decorated similar to his father's original design, a mix of leather for style and plush comfort. He liked it’s large windows and brick walls. It was a fortress of red brick, dark wood, and memories and he loved it. It’s only flaw in his opinion was that it wasn’t close to Tavin.