You start by taking a closer look at the series of panels displayed at the topmost wait what the—
God, that IS him. Turkin really wasn't kidding around.
You'd recognize that face anywhere, even after sweeps upon sweeps of zero contact and countless unanswered messages. He wouldn't be able to hide from you if he tried.
Ugh. He's really let himself go. You think you're going to tell him that in the nicest way possible.