Five minute fic "Oh, Tokyo, ..."

"Places"
"Oh, Tokyo, Tokyo, where art thou Tokyo?"
"Oh, Tokyo", he thought. Why couldn't he be in Tokyo right now?
Instead of Tokyo he was stuck in tent with two other people. Even better
than Tokyo would've been his parents' large house in Boston. But as he
didn't have magical powers he was stuck here, in the Swamp. He never
thought in a million years that he'd end up living in a tent, nevermind one
called the Swamp. The two people sharing with him didn't make it much
better.
They were there before he arrived and he didn't feel very welcome at first.
He noticed almost immediately that there was something more going on
between those two. Something much more than friends or jokers-in-arms.
And it was obvious to the rest of the people there knew about it, even
if they did act as though they didn't.
Right now his two tentbuddies where sitting one cot eating bits of biscuit the
wife of one them had sent and drinking their homemade gin. One of them
was also holding a photo and saying how much he missed the people on it.
He was complaining about how unfair it was that he was missing his
daughter's first everything.
They were both getting drunker by the second and moving closer together
every two seconds.
Charles wanted to make a comment about it but wasn't sure what
comment would have had to be made in a situation like that. Especially as,
if he was honest, it looked right. The two of them, almost sitting on top of
each other now, drunk and talking about who and what they missed, looked
perfect together. And Charles couldn't help feeling out of place.
Yes, right now, Tokyo would've been a better place to be.