"If someone asked me to describe home, I would tell them about the colour of your eyes," Glenn's hand moved to cup Maggie's cheek and his thumb brushed a tear away. "Don't, Glenn." "I would tell them about the way your hands felt, the sound of your voice but then I realised," Glenn swallowed and tucked a lock of chocolate behind Maggie's ear. "They had expected to hear a place." - Au.