Aboard the Shinra-8, your midday nap with Barret in his hammock yielded the usual results; he was fighting off sleep just to spend more time talking to you. The gentle sway of the ship was making it near-impossible for him to finish his thoughts though, and your cheek pressed against his chest was lulling him into a state of bliss.

“This is the life,” he says, stifling a yawn. “Almost makes me wish we coulda brought Marlene…” He knows his daughter is safe back in Midgar, but that doesn’t make him miss her any less. One day, when things are all over, he’ll bring both you and Marlene somewhere for a family vacation. Barret looks down at you in concern. “You tired?” He strokes the top of your head with his palm, relishing in how warm you are.