Self prompt: what if Lloyd came to various people and told them he was from the future? Circumstances can be anything, the future can be anything... As long as Lloyd is a time traveler!
"I'm from the future." He declared.
Kratos gaze was unwavering and unaffected as he stared through Lloyd. The boy bore his scrutiny for a few long moments before the older man sighed and turned back to the campfire. "I'll take first watch, since you appear to be... incapable."
He bit his lip. He'd known this was likely to happen. Eyes flickered over his sleeping companions- except for Colette. She was awake, no doubt listening to their conversation.
He sighed inwardly. Keeping it a secret from the others was never really something he'd planned on, anyway. Turning to Kratos, he smirked. "Want me to prove it?", he challenged.
The other didn't even spare him a glance this time, and his cheeks flushed a little indignantly. Well, fine then! he thought to himself. You'll be sorry! I'm going to totally embarrass you.
He took a deep breath. Exhaled. Took another. And held it. And he collected all his thoughts as best he could, and opened his mouth-
"Dad! You first met Anna, my mother, at a ranch. You tripped over and she helped you up. After that, you helped her escape and fell in love with her! Then, I was born, of course! And-"
As he continued to ramble out random and obscure facts, and embarrassing things, "-You really hate tomatoes, and I don't disagree, because UGH! They're gross and-" Kratos' gaze was fixed firmly on him, eyes slowly widening in shock.
Lloyd took a breath to continue, when a set of arms enveloped him.
"-and your first kiss was with Yuan!" he ended with a hint of relief, victorious teasing laughter echoing in the clearing as he hugged his dad back. Nothing could ever take away this happy moment.
Not the hand that came to slap the back of his head, nor the muffled laughter echoing behind them.