[Forget it, functional adults is not how they do things. Zoro doesn't want to talk about it, either, but at the same time, how does he keep them from breaking apart, going about their day as if nothing has changed, and never come back together like this again? That tongue draws his attention for a moment, and he has to press his lips together to hold back a groan. Damn, cook...
His eye drops to the hands on his shirt and he dares to let out a soft gust of a laugh. It's ridiculous, now that he's on the other side of it and berating himself for ever backing down in the first place. Really, though, he had every reason to expect that Sanji would never want him like this, who can blame him for trying to keep it cool? But the longer they sit there, clinging to each other, not saying much, the more confident Zoro grows. The breathy chuckle is only the start, it morphs into a bashful sort of grin.]
I ain't apologizing this time.
[basically, YOU ASKED FOR IT. It's weird, though, this stupid giddy sense of relief mingled with the vague wish to do it again, warring against his usual stoic need to keep people from getting too close. Maybe it was the memories that did it - the proof that he doesn't need to keep things to himself, that letting other people really see what he's like inside isn't going to kill him.
Zoro relaxes his grip, letting his hand slide away from Sanji's neck. There's so much he could do, but he doesn't feel like testing his boundaries until he's sure he's not about to be shoved off the couch.]
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His eye drops to the hands on his shirt and he dares to let out a soft gust of a laugh. It's ridiculous, now that he's on the other side of it and berating himself for ever backing down in the first place. Really, though, he had every reason to expect that Sanji would never want him like this, who can blame him for trying to keep it cool? But the longer they sit there, clinging to each other, not saying much, the more confident Zoro grows. The breathy chuckle is only the start, it morphs into a bashful sort of grin.]
I ain't apologizing this time.
[basically, YOU ASKED FOR IT. It's weird, though, this stupid giddy sense of relief mingled with the vague wish to do it again, warring against his usual stoic need to keep people from getting too close. Maybe it was the memories that did it - the proof that he doesn't need to keep things to himself, that letting other people really see what he's like inside isn't going to kill him.
Zoro relaxes his grip, letting his hand slide away from Sanji's neck. There's so much he could do, but he doesn't feel like testing his boundaries until he's sure he's not about to be shoved off the couch.]