epilogue
His first day. Somehow. Anyway, it felt that way. As his first day.
Even when he condemned so many times here had been. The corridors, the building, the parking lot knew by heart. Even the door before which he stood, he had seen so often that he every scratch, every little notch just knew.
For example, the one that Tony had once left there after he was sent with yellow-red from the square.
He hesitated to open the door to the crew cabin.
Although it was actually a return, it felt somehow still on when he would have never been been here.
He was nervous. Although most of the team he already knew almost forever.
was pretty close friends with some of them. laughed with them, had had cried with them. After defeats had with them drained frustration and celebrating after wins.
But much had changed in the last year. Far too much for his taste.
He was still breathing a deep breath, before he finally entered the cabin after all.
His first official day of practice with his new old employer.
He had feared that it would feel strange. That would appear he is strange.
But once he had entered the cabin, he felt himself at once back home.
Once more he realized what a mistake it was damned to go to Munich. There he had never felt Sun Not even close.
He was greeted warmly. Was resumed, almost as if he had never been away.
Almost.
As he looked around after the initial rush that is in the cabin, he realized that the seat next to Clemens, whom he had formerly occupied forever, now was no longer free.
Basti was there. Had just moved finished. And saw it right now.
not hostile. Not malicious. But confidently. When he was in his case completely safe.
And he knew that Basti is that expression could afford.
By the time he now Clemens' eye caught. The also saw him for a moment with a straight face, then nodded briefly.
no uncertain smile on Clemens' face. No tortured look in his eyes. Instead, he looked damn good. Relaxed.
when he would be with themselves and the world clean again. He had him for so long no longer seen.
And perhaps - perhaps really - but Clemens had been right. When he had said to him that Bastian was good for him.
better than it ever had been.
Clemens turned his gaze away from him, tapped Basti near himself. Together the two left the cabin.
He watched them not. Instead, it was to find a new place.
Here in the cabin. And in the team.
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