[ He almost winces when she says he never worries about getting hurt because, honestly, she’s right. It’s rare for that to factor into his thought process. Most of the time, Sanji just does what he feels is right. His heart dictates his path, even when he thinks deeply about a problem. He has to think about it because it’s so unnatural to consider— what if she does hurt him?
It doesn’t seem possible. Nami’s worry is obvious, though, the trepidation so clear in her tone of voice, it shines through. Instinctively, he knows that it’s impossible. Some tiny piece of him thinks of home, and the Vinsmokes, and the kind of cruelty that he knows she’s fundamentally incapable of. Mostly, he focuses on that last part, on how deeply she cares, so much so that she threw away her own freedom and future to save an entire village that hated her. Something about that resonates with him, but it isn’t important right now. ]
It’s not as though I don’t have worries about this. [ His face grows a little warm with embarrassment at the admission. He inches closer and gives her hand a reassuring squeeze. ] You’re right that things could go wrong. Maybe we aren’t right for each other.
[ His heart vehemently rejects the idea, but he knows there’s a sliver of a chance it could happen. He takes another long, deep swallow of the wine, needing the slight burn to help ground himself in the moment. ] Maybe I’ll do or say something that makes you hate me. Or maybe… we’ll be too busy on this crazy adventure to find time for each other. But I refuse to believe you could ever hurt me. You go to incredible lengths for the people you care about. And… and I know you care about me or we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
[ He runs a hand through his hair, trying to pick his words carefully, and after a quiet sigh, he meets her gaze directly. ] Even if it was possible, it still wouldn’t stop me from wanting to try this. We’re pursuing our crazy dreams and putting our lives on the line. I’m happy putting my heart on the line, too. If it doesn’t work, we’ll always be crewmates first and foremost. We’ll figure it out.
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It doesn’t seem possible. Nami’s worry is obvious, though, the trepidation so clear in her tone of voice, it shines through. Instinctively, he knows that it’s impossible. Some tiny piece of him thinks of home, and the Vinsmokes, and the kind of cruelty that he knows she’s fundamentally incapable of. Mostly, he focuses on that last part, on how deeply she cares, so much so that she threw away her own freedom and future to save an entire village that hated her. Something about that resonates with him, but it isn’t important right now. ]
It’s not as though I don’t have worries about this. [ His face grows a little warm with embarrassment at the admission. He inches closer and gives her hand a reassuring squeeze. ] You’re right that things could go wrong. Maybe we aren’t right for each other.
[ His heart vehemently rejects the idea, but he knows there’s a sliver of a chance it could happen. He takes another long, deep swallow of the wine, needing the slight burn to help ground himself in the moment. ] Maybe I’ll do or say something that makes you hate me. Or maybe… we’ll be too busy on this crazy adventure to find time for each other. But I refuse to believe you could ever hurt me. You go to incredible lengths for the people you care about. And… and I know you care about me or we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
[ He runs a hand through his hair, trying to pick his words carefully, and after a quiet sigh, he meets her gaze directly. ] Even if it was possible, it still wouldn’t stop me from wanting to try this. We’re pursuing our crazy dreams and putting our lives on the line. I’m happy putting my heart on the line, too. If it doesn’t work, we’ll always be crewmates first and foremost. We’ll figure it out.