Lying back in a hammock with his feet slowly dipped into the well, eating a chocobanano like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. You were finally in your country, after so many years.

"I wanna see where you come from, properly this time."

And there he was, with his sweaty shirt sticking to his chest and his sunglasses slightly crooked on his face.

Every time he took a bite of the chocobanano, he frowned because he wasn’t used to eating that and said: "This is... weirdly good. Cold, but good. What’s in this thing again?"

"It’s just banana with chocolate, Thom," you answered with a laugh, throwing yourself onto the hammock beside him.