There was no place like home. For Mr. James, truer words had never been spoken. He couldn't wait to get back to the castle after a whirlwind of traveling across the globe, chasing after a painting Lord Gloria wanted. There was nothing quite like snuggling up in your own bed and sitting at your own table and using your own toilet.
It was heavenly, really. Besides Dorian and money, his home was all James allowed himself to love unconditionally.
He had moved a lot in his childhood, and felt that he never actually had a permanent home. In the end, however, James came to realize that home was not a place, but a feeling. While he loved the castle-it was spacious, cozy, fancy and welcoming-he knew he was home whenever he was with Lord Gloria. Because isn't that what home was? It was a place where you were wanted, where you felt safe and that you could be yourself. Home wasn't literal. Home was anywhere you felt these things, and James felt all this and more in the company of Dorian.