He let her speak. It was good to hear her voice again. "Come on up, I'll leave the door unlocked," he told her going to change into a clean shirt. He'd at least shaved that afternoon. Without the boyish face, the hair on his face had started to grow dominant. He was certain he'd never see his face as Conrad again, but it had been there for days.
Moritz greeted Natalie happily, his usual ritual when she came in, whimpering softly and holding his head down for her to scratch behind his ears. Conrad came around the corner from the bathroom, his face lighting up the moment his eyes settled on Natalie.