Quietly: "Zoro. Move over."
But he doesn't get the opportunity, because Luffy is already clambering into the scant inches of space left in his first mate's bunk. He'd startled awake, a scream caught in his chest like a bird in a cage, and wastes no time sprawling over the man whose phantom disappearance has him begging don't leave, don't leave, don't leave.
Can Zoro feel the frenetic beat of his heart? Let him — the captain can hear Zoro's, now, ear pressed against the most steadfast man he's ever known. Flush against him and instantly content, he goes right back to sleep.
He’s been awake for a while now; awareness settling sharp and steady beneath the guise of sleep. Still, he doesn’t move, not even as he takes note of the sound of footsteps; soft, unhurried, familiar. His breathing stays slow and his body remains slack against the mattress as though he hasn’t stirred in hours. He tracks the sound without opening his eyes and — while he would have opened his mouth to make some sort of comment towards his captain, the man beats him to it.
Instructs him to move over before climbing on in.
Letting out a small grunt, he doesn't actually move, instead allows the man to take up space wherever he so chooses. Cracking open an eye only after Luffy's begun to settle, he regards his captain thoughtfully.
Feeling the erratic heartbeat quivering through Luffy's chest — instinct draws his arm around waist; a subtle coil as he pulls the young man closer and rests his chin atop his head.
Guess he's on watch duty now.
