Post Time-skip
The first few nights, neither of them could sleep.
There was a gap between them.
But Zoro knew where his captain liked to sit when he wanted to be alone. And Luffy had never turned away his first mate's silent company. Or maybe Zoro simply understood when it was welcome and when it wasn't.
Luffy didn't truly want to be alone, right now.
By the fourth night, the silence was familiar. Not comfortable exactly, but less like a weight.
Zoro braved the words he'd been holding in his chest. "I should have been there with you. I'm so sorry."
Luffy shook his head. "It takes a lot of good people to replace what you are to me in a fight like that. I had them. It still wasn't enough. A lot of them died. I won't apologize for being glad you were somewhere else."
Zoro swallowed, digesting the words. Then he said the ones that really mattered. "I'm sorry you lost your brother. He was--" Great. Formidable. A bright heart, like yours. A good man. None of those accolades were what mattered. He had been Luffy's brother. Nothing could give that back. "It's terrible. I'm sorry it happened."
Luffy didn't say anything. But after a moment, he nodded.
Zoro shifted closer, so their shoulders touched. He didn't say anything either.
They went back to watching the water again, until it got too cold, again.
This time when Zoro offered his captain a hand up, he took it.











