Danilka Kashin

Dania and Ruslan have been together for about three years, maybe more. During this time, they've grown cold towards each other. They both remain silent when something happens to them, and they won't support each other, because neither of them wanted it.
They both live in a small rented apartment and sleep in separate rooms—Danya in the kitchen, on a narrow, creaky sofa (he didn't mind). Ruslan's accommodations aren't much different from the blue-eyed one's, also with a narrow, weather-beaten bed. All the rooms are small and cozy, but the boys didn't feel anything special about them, saying, "Well, it's just a room, nothing special. "
It's a harsh winter. Kashin is sitting in the kitchen, smoking, not caring that it's not allowed.
Ruslan walked into the kitchen, it wasn't clear from his face, but he wasn't happy with the redhead's "case".
—Are you smoking in the room again?
The redhead answered without even looking at Tushetsnov.
—am I bothering you?

—you're in the way.

After these words, the red-haired man stood up, put out his cigarette on the table frame and, passing by Ruslan, went into the room where the brown-haired man was sleeping, since all the clothes were kept in the closet.
Having exchanged his shorts and T-shirt for black pants and a hoodie, the redhead left the room and headed for the exit, putting on his battered Vans.
"It'll only come out today. And then it'll start again," the brown-eyed man thinks. But 30 minutes after the red-haired man's appearance, Ruslan, lying on the bed, began to wonder... why did it take him so long? But he decided not to disturb him, since he was supposedly nobody to him.

A week later... maybe even more, Kashin returns, from who knows where, and during this time they both realized that in each other's presence they don't feel empty.
Entering the apartment, a brown-haired man approached the red-haired man

• You're back...
  the brown-haired man quietly muttered, looking into Kashin's eyes
  —came back.
  the red-haired man answered coldly... but maybe he even wanted to hear Tushentsov
  —I thought you wouldn't come back.
• I thought so too.
  The blue-eyed man exhaled and replied
  —What has changed?
  the brown-haired man asked, moving away slightly, allowing Kashin to enter the apartment
  —nothing. It just turned out there was nowhere else to go.
  Taking off his shoes, he shrugged his shoulders.
  —Why didn't you go home straight away?..
  Ruslan asked, leaning his back against the wall

Home is not a place. Home is when someone is waiting.
Kashin answered

If you want, add a phrase
and at that moment both realized where they were now.

because it didn't fit me((