[It wasn't even really a question, he was just verifying for himself that this wasn't a joke - because no matter what kind of person he knows Zoro to be, he's still afraid, defensive, walls ten thousand meters high. His own feelings are jerking him around, his expectations at war with the urge to throw himself at Zoro and let come what may.
So when Sanji moves, it's tentative yet. He lifts a hand and rests it on Zoro's chest, easing himself into the idea like stepping into a too-hot bath one toe at a time.]
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Never mind. Forget it.
[It wasn't even really a question, he was just verifying for himself that this wasn't a joke - because no matter what kind of person he knows Zoro to be, he's still afraid, defensive, walls ten thousand meters high. His own feelings are jerking him around, his expectations at war with the urge to throw himself at Zoro and let come what may.
So when Sanji moves, it's tentative yet. He lifts a hand and rests it on Zoro's chest, easing himself into the idea like stepping into a too-hot bath one toe at a time.]