[ Part of her wishes she had someone with Zeff's brand of gruff grace growing up. Genzo might have been that, had their time not been cut short, but all Nami has for graciousness are the memories of her mother's patience while raising her. Excellent for growing up strong, but less so when she's in such uncharted waters she feels like she's grasping at straws, and babbling like an idiot about boyfriends.

As tightly wound as she is from having this conversation, some of that tension seems to ease after he slips his hand into hers. She steps closer without thinking, quietly nursing her wine while mulling this over. ]

You never worry about getting hurt, do you? [ She could be selfish and not say the things she knows he should hear, she could let herself smile and lift her head, gaze at him fondly while saying something tender and optimistic, but if he's not going to be concerned about the way she knows she can hurt someone, Nami will fret about it for the both of them. ]

We're going to be together for a long time – all of us. [ It's her turn to glance away from him, staring down at her drink instead while she thinks out loud. ]

What if I break your heart, and we're stuck together? [ What if I hurt you? She thinks, but isn't quite brave enough to say, for all her efforts to be honest. ]