[ quentin doesn't need to ask questions about this, doesn't need to share his own sorrow in it. luffy and usopp were never part of his crew, his foundation the way they were for koby. and so when koby comes in and clings, quentin wraps his arms around him, keeping him tight and close. he says nothing, just presses kisses to the top of his head, to his cheeks.
he doesn't ask before he picks koby up, before he carries him to their unmade bed and lays him down, crawls in beside him, drags koby onto his chest. he doesn't ask to hold him, to kiss him sweetly, to touch anything that might look like tears and wipe them away. ]
You're okay.
[ he threads fingers through koby's hair, keeps his lips atop the downy pink of his hair. ]
I'm here. I'm with you, let it out. I know how it must have felt.
[ koby now so in tune with everyone, with the manor, with the people he cares for. ]
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he doesn't ask before he picks koby up, before he carries him to their unmade bed and lays him down, crawls in beside him, drags koby onto his chest. he doesn't ask to hold him, to kiss him sweetly, to touch anything that might look like tears and wipe them away. ]
You're okay.
[ he threads fingers through koby's hair, keeps his lips atop the downy pink of his hair. ]
I'm here. I'm with you, let it out. I know how it must have felt.
[ koby now so in tune with everyone, with the manor, with the people he cares for. ]
It will be alright.