[oh thank whatever god was listening. it's not -- good, it's still not good, koby can feel that, the grief and hollow horror that emanates from sanji still. he probably doesn't want comfort -- probably imagines himself deserving of being alone in his grief. but koby is koby, and he's looking after nami and he's also nudging that sweet-blush-pink curl of hereiam up against the shape of sanji's mind, his soul, nothing but warmth and echoing grief and love, despite it all, despite everything.]
Thank you. I'll keep checking in on you two. Let me know if she needs anything.
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Thank you.
I'll keep checking in on you two. Let me know if she needs anything.
And I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry, Sanji.