[By time Sabo arrives, Ace has cried it out against Marco, cried it out holding Luffy, and he's finally happy enough to be done with that physical outpouring of feeling. It's going to be alright, he's coming to terms with his death and existing in this world, or any other for that matter once more. He's got some of his loved ones with him, and although he's still finding himself confused and lacking the clarity of mind he'd like to have he's doing better, so much better already.
He's sitting quietly now, trying to have a moment of peace to himself away from the hovering guardian phoenix and clinging rubber brother that haven't let him go since they learned that he was alive. He wants to be near them, he wants to have that reminder that he's loved and that he's going to be alright, but the energy has been a bit much to handle. So he finds himself just out of reach, still watched but allowed something along the line of personal space, and just breathing. In and out, slow and quiet, fingers running lazily against his scarred torso.
But then there's someone else there, fancy looking bastard, and it doesn't even have a clue how important he is. And he's quiet, trying to figure out what to say, today has just been so much.
He finally just sighs, and does his best .] You ok? [God, he sounds so tired. He almost doesn't recognize his own voice.]
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Date: 2019-02-23 07:03 pm (UTC)He's sitting quietly now, trying to have a moment of peace to himself away from the hovering guardian phoenix and clinging rubber brother that haven't let him go since they learned that he was alive. He wants to be near them, he wants to have that reminder that he's loved and that he's going to be alright, but the energy has been a bit much to handle. So he finds himself just out of reach, still watched but allowed something along the line of personal space, and just breathing. In and out, slow and quiet, fingers running lazily against his scarred torso.
But then there's someone else there, fancy looking bastard, and it doesn't even have a clue how important he is. And he's quiet, trying to figure out what to say, today has just been so much.
He finally just sighs, and does his best .] You ok? [God, he sounds so tired. He almost doesn't recognize his own voice.]