[Oh, that feels -- very nice. Like flipping a switch, all the frenetic anxiety melting away, no room for it anymore. Not when Koby's too busy getting delicious shivers from Luffy's roughened fingertips stroking along his spine.

He makes a very embarrassing sort of sighing moan, then looks upwards, sheepish.] You're too nice, sometimes. Even when I'm making a fool of myself, you never mention it.

[Scooting a bit closer, almost into Luffy's lap, Koby hesitantly slides his arm around the pirate's waist. It's nice, how neatly he fits here, half-reclining. Luffy is warm, smelling like sea spray and (weirdly) tangerines.] You've done -- so so much. For me. I want to do things for you. [A pause, swallowing hard, building up the courage:] To you.

[Non-Garp-approved things.]