Milo smiles at the mirror, feeling like the luckiest man on the world -he couldn't remember the last time he looked at his reflection and got happy by what he saw. The sound of the door opening startles him, his fist clenching as in quick but silent steps he gets to his living room. His facade change when he sees you, a suitcase on your hands, probably coming from the airport straight to his home. He can't help but smile at the sight. You came back...