Sick of you. [ Nami echoes with a dubious chuckle, pointedly neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Her reign of terror continues as she purposefully stays relaxed and slightly floppy as she's gathered, purely to be a pain in the ass, but when their eyes finally meet, Nami can't keep that front up any longer. Her expression softens into an easy smile as the brush of his lips against her temple makes her eyes flutter closed. ]

You're right. [ She says, tucking her chin down as she turns her head, so she can kiss his jaw. ] I'm lovesick. [ Despite the tenderness hanging on every moment, Nami's still fairly sure owning her emotions is eventually going to make her heart pound so hard it simply bursts, even if every word is true, she can't speak them without a persistent prickle of worry tightening her chest. ] And when you're away from me, it just gets worse; like all the love I have for you has nowhere to go, so it twists itself up in knots, instead.