Shinsuke sighs, staring up at the ceiling of his hotel room. "I enjoy being back in Japan," he muses to Coronamon. "But America is... has become home, and I miss it when I'm gone. Does that make sense?"
"It does," the digimon murmurs. "I like America, but I still miss the Digiworld whenever I'm home with you. Because it's my home, and I'm used to it. It takes time to adjust, and just when I think I have, something happens and I'm back at square one. You know?"
Shiinsuke nods. "Yeah, I understand that. America is home until I've traveled here, and... well." He sighs. "Then my apartment doesn't feel as comfortable, and it takes me awhile to get my footing back."
Coronamon smiles. "Yeah, it makes sense. It does. Trust me. Besides, your friends are here. Okada is here." He teases, poking Shinsuke. "No one could blame you for feeling a little strange when traveling from one place to the other. I definitely understand. If you ever need to talk to anyone about it, I'm here."
"Thank you," Shinsuke says softly. "That means a lot to me. You're a good partner. A good friend," he corrects himself, smiling at Coronamon.
"You're a good friiend too," Coronamon hums, nuzzling up against him as they settle in for sleep.
The next day, they'd be flying back into the States, and reality would take precedence once more, including everything going on in the Digiworld and trying to figure out a way to pull Ziggler from the Dark Ocean's grasp.
He just hopes they're not too late.