He shrugs, but doesn't actually respond to the question-- his answer would just be a sad point at the way he never learned what home should feel like. But he thinks... maybe, if it's something like this, it's not so bad. People who actually seem to want him around. Living the dream.

"A whole town and not a single pool table?" He frowns, although it's more of a pout, "that just doesn't feel right. This town really is hell." He mutters before taking another drink.