[ The smile falters from his face when he catches her guarded expression like she can't trust what she sees, the way she grips his arm so firmly as if he'll float away..

It doesn't fit. Looking out at everyone in the dining car, he can't find what seems to have her so wary. The train's wheels moving along the track and the soft clatter of silverware mixed with ambient chatter are the only things that can really be heard. ]

I'm not sure what you mean? I've been here, this is my place!

[ Isn't it? It certainly feels that way. There's a pit in his chest that builds when he thinks about leaving, but the thought of Nami not knowing he was here?

The way she grips his arm..

Sanji looks around and his brow furrows in disappointment. ]

The others aren't here?