[He wasn't nervous that she wouldn't let him stay with her, nervousness isn't really in his nature, but something tangible feels loosened in his chest anyway when she agrees so readily, like she hadn't even considered saying otherwise. He doesn't mind fighting tooth and nail to stay in the orbit of the people he's decided are his, but not having to do so is even better. It feels special, being let in instead of kicking the door down.

Especially with Nami, whose door had been locked up so tight for so long.

He grins and ducks his head, tugging the worn brim of his hat down a bit over his eyes. He's got a lot of emotions, okay!!! But wait...] You've got rooms in your room? [His basement room is barely a room on its own—not that he'd minded, with the even less glamorous places he has lived perfectly happily in before.] Wait, if you're not in the basement, does that mean you got a different number than me? What's yours?