Marcus
Marcus's eyes widened as he watched Forest's entire body intensify, culminating in her rushing across the street with a fist that had his name on it. Of course, even with the threat of violence he wouldn't back down. Even as the fist sailed through the air, he maintained his glare, allowing it to break only once he had been sent flying to the ground.
With one hand he caressed his own cheek, taking a second to feel the weight that her fist left on his face. He looked up, at her from the ground groaning with pain. The second she said "home" again, an image flashed through his mind. He was sitting alone on the couch, drowning his sorrows in some meaningless TV. He had everything he needed here, food, water, entertainment, even a few resources for studying but it wasn't "home." At least, not like how home was depicted on the TV. On the TV, they had family, friends, lovers, mentors, anything. They weren't stuck in a house alone. Not like him.
Tossing the image aside, he stood up, glaring at Forest once again. "Home is not a place," he said simply. At this point, he didn't care if she read his mind.