“Isn’t this sunset beautiful, Zo?” You called, walking up to him. He grunted, not bothering to look at you. “Yeah, sure.” Your shoulder brushed against his, “You know, I’ve been thinking-” Zoro scoffed, cutting you off. “You’re always thinking, always talking. Can’t you give it a rest? I can’t breathe with you around. I can’t think. You’re like a weight dragging me down.” The words hung heavy in the air, and he regretted them instantly. But his pride forbade him from taking them back.