As the lock gives and he pushes the door open, the sight of his room draws a sigh of relief from him. Unchanged save for the few things taken for him to use at the hospital, the locks and puzzles scattered around, his bed still unmade. The coffee mugs are gone from his desk, but given how long he was away, that's probably a good thing.

He looks back at Sigma and smiles at the sight. It looks good, having his boyfriend in his room. Sure, Sigma's been to his safehouse, but it's not the same. The safehouse is backup, usually only used in emergencies. This is where he lives.