After another week's worth of events and all of the traveling and less than stellar meals, Ricardo and Alberto are relieved to be back home in Florida. Alberto lounges in the hammock, Ricardo settled back in his arms and watching the clouds float by overhead. The wind lightly sways them and Alberto nuzzles into Ricardo's hair. "This is nice, hm, mi valiente?"

"Si it is," he whispers. Although he seems relaxed enough, he's not surprised when Alberto brushes his hair aside and tilts his head, staring into his eyes. He grips the Mexican aristocrat's hand and squeezes it, smiling to show he's ok. Alberto still looks concerned, though, so Ricardo releases a breath, voicing what he's been thinking about. "Do you ever think what it'd be like to still work together?"

Alberto pauses, allowing the hammock to rock back and forth a few more moments before resting his head on Ricardo's shoulder. "Sometimes," he says softly. "What's brought this on, mi valiente?"

Ricardo shrugs aimlessly. "Just thinking, I suppose. Of the good times."

Alberto grimaces and rubs a hand along Ricardo's chest, also remembering their years of working together. "There weren't enough of them, mi valiente."

"I suppose," Ricardo concedes. "You were hard to please, sometimes, but in this business, it's understandable. But after Sheamus' attack... and everything else... you softened." He rests a hand on Alberto's jaw, lightly stroking his skin. "I forgave you for all of that a long time ago anyway. I know you've said in interviews that you like doing things on your own, but it's just a nice thought." He nuzzles into Alberto's throat and sighs as he tightens his arms around him.

"It is," he admits. "But do you really want to backtrack, mi valiente? I know the interviews and commentary aren't exactly what we were foreseeing for you after we split up, but it could segue into something else, si?"

"I know," Ricardo murmurs, closing his eyes and absorbing the sunshine quietly. "I'll try to be patient for a little longer. You're right, after all."

Alberto smiles and kisses the side of his face. "You were the best ring announcer and although I do miss working with you, I want you to have a true opportunity to shine on your own. And I know you can and will. Othewise I would've never let you go."

Ricardo smiles against Alberto's warm flesh, humming slightly. "Gracias, El Patron."