[This country house-- this isn't Reeve's dream, but it feels like his home. His first home, in the country, where the tallest things were the trees. It feels so natural to be here now, to walk through these rooms, to see books he's read or would like to read, to see teacups left on a table, to see toys-- a building set, like the one he used to play with-- on the floor.

To see Sephiroth. Standing on the living room carpet. Wearing a shirt and pants like an ordinary mortal. Sunlight caught in his pale hair, smiling. Yes, even these things feel natural.

The smile is easy to return.]

Oh, fine. Just-- the usual, you know.
[It's natural to stand at Sephiroth's side, to look out of the window together and then back at each other-- to let his hand brush Sephroth's, their fingers threading together for a long moment.]

And what about you? Have you been working all day? In spite of saying you wouldn't?
[It's obvious Reeve is teasing fondly.]