The consequences of falling

Chapter 25

Two days from then... Divit house...

Can placed a cup of coffee at the low table near the lounge chair that Emre currently was laying on. Can himself landed on the other chair with a glass of tea and for few minutes brother were content to just be silent, overlooking the way sun shimmered on the water surface in the pool. Can said thoughtfully:

- I think it's time to invite everybody to work here again. I don't want to go to the office so much!

- Does it have anything to do with the fact that Sanem is in that office?

Can shrugged and nodded:

- Yeah, it does. It gets on my nerves to see her running around downstairs, too busy to talk to me! She has time for everybody, literally! But me!

- Entitled much, brother?

Emre chuckled – for the past two days Can's mood was extremely sour, which wasn't explained by him properly. Initially, Emre thought it to be jealousy towards Omer, but Can explained that he and Omer talked it out and the author was actually 'a great guy'... so Emre was at loss as to why Can and Sanem couldn't finally sort out their issues.

Can showed Emre almost knocking him off the chair, Emre yelled in pretend anger:

- Hey there! Easier on the wounded!

Can scoffed and threw another playful punch which Emre blocked with easy. Can nodded towards Emre's leg:

- You sprained your ankle, I wouldn't call it 'wounded'...

Emre gasped – at least, his pride was definitely wounded! He retorted:

- I'll have you know, it's not a sprain, it's a torn ligament, here's what this is for, - Emre knocked on the cast covering his ankle and sheen, - and I would go to the office gladly, but my stupid boss forbade me!

- Your stupid boss is trying to take care of you! I'd told you not to go against Ali, didn't I? But noooo, Emre Divit stops for no one!

- I scored, right?

- You scored one measly goal in the game we were already winning! And now you're out of commission for ten days! How does that add up to a win?

Emre crossed his hands before his face defensively:

- Hey, hey! Ok, I got it, should've been more careful! But it was quite a game, wasn't it?!

Can sighted – sometimes his brother was so much not like his usual collected self, sometimes he was this free-spirited and a bit wild creature. Glimpses like this told Can they are not that different after all – and he hoped they would be able to grow closer to each other thanks to similarities they'd already uncovered. Like their love for fast cars and horse-riding and football... and their overall aversion to anything medical. That reminded Can... He stood up and went to the house, coming back in few minutes. While he was gone, Emre returned to the laptop balanced on his lap, studying some spreadsheet with numbers upon numbers. Can passed two little white pills to Emre, drawing his attention away from the screen:

- Here, take your pills.

Emre turned away like a petulant child, so Can nudged him and added a frown for effect.

- Emre, take it! It's for the inflammation!

- These things make me sleepy and I still got some work to do, quarterly budgets won't wait two weeks for my ligaments!

- These things make you heal faster! Don't you want to get back to the office faster?

Emre looked up at him in surprise and smiled lazily: