"I haven't for six months. I live on Krakoa now," David answers. He'd only been staying off the island to be close to his friend. As it was, he offered a hand out to Tommy, concern abundantly clear on his face.

"Come here, let me... take you somewhere safe. You look tired. We'll get you some food, some clothes. Let me take you home."

Home. Krakoa. A place for mutants. And since Tommy was one of them, he had a place there.