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trafalgar found comfort in the small moments. the moments that came late at night, when sleep escaped him; eustass would tug him closer and bury his face at base of trafalgar’s neck. sometimes they came early in the morning, with a groggy eustass slamming his way around the kitchen as he made coffee. before leaving he would kiss trafalgar, “later,” he would mumble casually. his favorite moments were when eustass painted his nails; large frame hunched against the arm of the couch, fingers pinching a brush that looked laughably small in his hand. trafalgar admired the care eustass took to perfect them.
“what?” he grumbled, glaring above his fingers.
i love you.
“nothing,” trafalgar responded, “just paint your nails.”