[Sunrises are beautiful from the top of the Straw Hat's rooftop. Brook makes it a point to see each and every one of them, watching the world around them stir to life as he plays the violin. He's been inseperable from it and his other instruments since everything has gone back to normal. There is so much relief in being able to do this again, and
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When she comes back to this entry now, she's been alternately crying and just utterly numb all day, and she needs... she needs something. Someone. Anyone.
She sounds so, so, so far from alright it's painful when she manages to pipe up. ]
Brook? Are you... [ not crying not crying ] Can I talk to you?
[ normally she would have filtered this. today she's so scattered and hurts so bad she doesn't even care. ]
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He keeps those thoughts quiet today. They don't need to be said. Instead he mutters "You're welcome", squeezes her shoulder, and waits for her to calm down more]
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