4. Some sibling banter

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Can walks into the office of his father without knocking, walking in on Aziz checking Emre's tuxedo.

"I think it looks good."

"Yes very good."

"Do you think I need something here though?" Emre asks and points to his pocket. Before he gets an answer, Can clears his throat.

"Mr Aziz," he grins and Aziz smiles back. He walks closer and hugs his father, arms wide open to receive it in return.

"My son," Aziz shakes his head and hugs Can, who sways him lightly. Emre is grinning as well, watching them as the seamstress takes her leave. "I missed you."

Can pats him on the back. "I missed you." He moves to Emre for a hug. "And you too." Emre pats his back in return before Can lets him go and starts ruffling his hair. "What's going on with this?"

Emre yanks his head away and Can laughs. "Why are you pulling my hair?"

"Come here," Can says and pulls him back. "Your hair is shorter than I remember."

"Maybe you should follow my lead?" Emre looks at Can's long hair, tied up into a bun on his head. Can waves it off, hooking his sunglasses in his shirt collar.

"You were in Cambodia right? How was it?" Aziz asks after watching Emre try and flatten his hair.

"Marvelous," he sighs, and Aziz frowns. "I wanted to see the volcanoes but the tour guide wouldn't go near it."

"Well, obviously," Emre scoffs. Can chuckles and tosses the two stones he carried with him 24/7 up in the air, catching them again. "If it weren't for this party tonight you wouldn't even be here."

Aziz shakes his head as Can pulls his lips in at the jab but decides to ignore it. Emre wasn't wrong though. He wouldn't have come now, maybe later.

Aziz puts a hand on Can's shoulder and he turns to him, smiling, glad he did come. "Today is 40 years of this business son," Aziz says proudly. "I've been looking after the place for that long."

"Impossible! You look so young!" Can blinks in surprise. "How do you do it?"

"Botox." Aziz grins. Can nods and laughs, Aziz punches his arm lightly. "Your tux is ready," he points to the corner where a rack of suits is set up.

Can winces. "Forget the tux. I'll wear something else." He didn't like feeling constricted. And a tuxedo was very constricting.

"It's an anniversary party honoring our father's years of hard work Can, not a backyard barbecue," Emre reminds him and Can turns to him, a pained expression on his face. "You can't wear jeans and a T! Dad, say something for the love of God!"

Can puts his hands on his hips and looks at Emre, who shrugs and then at his father, who also shrugs.

"I hate tuxedos. I hate suits." Emre rolls his eyes. "I'll be presentable don't worry." He turns to Aziz instead and asks, "Dad, when are you going?" to change the subject to his father's vacation.

"Tomorrow morning."

"Oh." Can frowns. He thought he would have more time to see his father.

"If I'd known you were actually going to make it, I would have postponed."

"No, no, it's not your fault. It's okay. I'm only staying two days anyway. Somewhere along the line I'll catch up with you again eventually." Aziz smiles and hugs Can again.

"Three months of rest will be good for you dad," Emre adds as Can walks to the window to look outside.

"I'm already tired," Aziz jokes. "I'd rather be here."

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