You aren't sure how to comfort the broken boy in front of you. Pale fingers stroke across his back awkwardly.
"Ace is…Ace is…"
Luffy can't seem to stop uttering the phrase, but he can't bear to finish it either. His thin fingers dig into the fabric of the cloak and he buries his face into your chest, heaving and choking on his own misery. Your deep voice wavers as you try to find words, but anything you could say would seem cheap. Your hand works its way into his dark hair and you stroke it absent-mindedly. Not for the first time you wish you still had two hands; one just doesn't seem like enough to hold him.