I pull my bags with me, dropping them inside my door as my eyes scan the room, and spot Mico in the small kitchen area, putting cutlery back in the drawer and clearing up. The room already looks less chaotic, and I swear my heart melts for a moment at both the sight of my friend, who fills me with an insane bursting bubble of warmth and the fact he is trying to put to rights some of the chaos for me.

It brings tears to my eyes, and I am immediately overwhelmed by the sight of him that ...