[Maybe it's just that Koby immediately feels safer, not being on the ground anymore. It isn't just because it's Mihawk's arms he's in, though that definitely...plays a part. Mihawk's the most familiar person in this world, after all, something that they've both mused over more than once -- their connection, being from the same world and so on.

It's nice, feeling safe. It's new.

As is the sensation of being teased and not feeling immediately embarrassed or annoyed by it. Koby huffs out a laugh, forcing himself not to pick at his nails and instead reach out to grab onto Mihawk's coat instead. His fingers curl in tight, white-knuckled.] No, nothing like that. I don't think you could do that if you tried.

I just...keep thinking about everything I remember. From our world. How much of it was...so bad. And about how if...none of it was true...did I survive all of it for no reason? [Koby pauses, laughing wetly, reaching up to wipe at his eyes with the heel of one hand.] I guess that's also pointless. Worrying about it, if it wasn't real.