[Zoro finally looks at him, one eyebrow arching the way it does when he's curious but at the same time not sure he wants the answer.]
It still bothers you. How come?
[he stops short of demanding that Sanji put it behind him the way he has; it's getting through his thick head, that as much as he sometimes expects the cook to be just like him in all ways rather than just a few, they are their own people. Similar, not the same. What's easy for him isn't so much for Sanji, and he wants to know why that is.
But then, not sure he wants or needs that answer.
Usually, when they get so close to one another, sharing something so intimate, Zoro's instinct is to balance it out by pushing away, getting gruff, finding something shallow to argue about until they're back at that old familiar level of snarling at each other over pointless shit. Not today, though. Today, he moves his hand over and gently raps the back of his hand against Sanji's nearest knee.]
At least now I get why you were off your head when we met back up on Sabaody.
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It still bothers you. How come?
[he stops short of demanding that Sanji put it behind him the way he has; it's getting through his thick head, that as much as he sometimes expects the cook to be just like him in all ways rather than just a few, they are their own people. Similar, not the same. What's easy for him isn't so much for Sanji, and he wants to know why that is.
But then, not sure he wants or needs that answer.
Usually, when they get so close to one another, sharing something so intimate, Zoro's instinct is to balance it out by pushing away, getting gruff, finding something shallow to argue about until they're back at that old familiar level of snarling at each other over pointless shit. Not today, though. Today, he moves his hand over and gently raps the back of his hand against Sanji's nearest knee.]
At least now I get why you were off your head when we met back up on Sabaody.