One month and few days later...
The door creaked open... hm, it wasn't creaking before... somebody will get an earful about the state of the house.
Light bag dropped carelessly on the floor followed by careful descent of camera case – it was obvious that owner took way more care about his equipment that he did for any other possessions.
The door to the right of the corridor opened and a tall man wearing pajamas and a robe stepped out, drying his face with a towel. When he turned towards kitchen – and towards main door – he stilled for a moment. A secondary panic registered on his face quickly replaced with relief and surprise. He chuckled addressing the new arrival to the house:
- Man, you look like crap! Haven't they invented portable trimmers specifically for your case of 'gone with the wind'? Or were you aiming for a full-on Yeti impression?
While talking he took few wide steps and bear-hugged the aforementioned Yeti. The hug was familiar, happy sensation for both.
- Welcome home, brother!
- Good to be back, Emre!
And like that Can was back to Istanbul, to his home, to his... life?
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