Garrett had turned to look at the newcomer as he walked in.  Iosef.  That was a Russian name if he'd ever heard one.  Of course, Garret could always be wrong about that.  He raised a hand in greeting, saying, "Nice to meet you, Iosef.  I'm Garrett."  He turned his attention back to AJ as she asked him about his home.  "Closest city you're likely to have heard of is Atlanta.  Otherwise I'm from a small town in the middle-of-nowhere, Georgia."

Garrett looked down at his watch to check the time.  A bit past 7 in the evening.  Certainly felt later than that.  But that was probably the jet-lag talking.  Garrett glanced at AJ, and said, "You know, I think I might just eat in my room.  If only to save myself the embarrassment of being caught face down in a bowl of oatmeal."

Soon as his bowl was prepared, he grabbed a spoon, and moved to leave for his room.  "See you around, AJ."

With that, Garrett took his food up to his room, and locked his door behind him.  He sat down at his desk, and pulled his phone out, swiping through all the accumulated notifications that he'd received over the course of the day.  Once that was dealt with, he dug into the oatmeal and what remained of his apple.  Wasn't long before he was in his PJs and dug into the bed, bags pushed aside to be unpacked the next morning.  [i]Welcome home,[/i] he thought to himself as he drifted off, [i]hope you can make it work.[/i]