For a moment, the realities fighting in Ezra's mind match together perfectly with the fingers raking briefly through his hair and the door closing with no one the wiser to the slightly frivolous, secret use of the Force. A knot of tension eases, partly just from the familiar gesture of affection, but also just from being back with his family in the comfort and safety of their home.

Qui-Gon's home, he has to remind himself, because of course he's since moved out.

Not that that stops him from helping himself to a piece of fruit on the counter. And that's definitely not strange in either reality, either, that Qui-Gon is fully stocked and prepared with Ezra's favorite food. Ezra takes a quick first bite, relishing the taste of the sweet juice, before he follows Qui-Gon out of the house and into their backyard.

"Where'd you get these pears?" he asks, because this one's particularly good. Maybe he can pick some up himself once their lesson is done.