He loves his family. He loves being able to come home at night and kiss his wife and hold their son (absolutely always their son since the moment Rachel first allowed him to be this intimate part of her and Thomas' life). He still hates the long stretches of being solely in London, solely working out of an office, solely not in the field.

He loves how easy it makes it to get home when things go wrong, though.

No delay of hours. No delay, really, of more than moments as he barks to a coworker that he'll be back in the morning and throws himself into the fireplace in the office.

"Rachel--" He's barely properly through their own fireplace before he's calling her name, wand drawn. "Rach, where--?"