"We should move."
Sanji looked at Zoro over the top of his reading glasses. The green haired man stood in the doorway, still in his jacket and boots, dripping rainwater onto the wood floor.
Sanji looked back down at the pile of bills he was trying to sort out and pay. "Why would we do that?"
He could hear the squeak of Zoro's boots as he turned and moved towards the hall closet, yanking it open hard enough that the knob bounced against the wall. Sanji cringed, that had better not have scratched the paint.
From his seat he could see the shadow of movement coming from the hall, and occasionally stray objects flew into his view; single gloves with long lost mates, a broken umbrella, one of Sanji's shoes….
Sanji sighed again, pushing away from the table and setting his glasses down on the surface. He'd finish the bills after he kicked Zoro's ass.
Sanji joined the other man in the hall leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest, watching Zoro tear their closet apart. He might have been sorting the contents into separate categories, but his methods were sloppy and haphazard and Sanji could see more of a mess being made than any kind of organization happening.
"Zoro," Sanji finally spoke up. "What are you doing?"
"We'll have to pack," Zoro explained quickly. "There were some guys at work, suits, asking questions."
Sanji froze in surprise for a second before pushing himself off the wall and approaching his lover. He slipped a soothing hand over the man's shoulder, feeling the tension strung in the muscles there.
"Whoa, wait, Zoro," He tugged slightly at the shoulder beneath his hand. "Talk to me."
Zoro paused mid-scramble and Sanji felt him relax slightly. He set aside the object in his hand and turned to properly face the cook.
"There were these guys asking questions at work today. Questions about me, what kind of guy I was, what my coworkers thought of me…I think they were cops," He let out a kind of choked sigh, his panic from before still threatening to drown him. "Or something like that. We'll have to move soon, find a new town and a new place to live."
Sanji frowned. "But isn't it possible they were asking for another reason. You don't know for sure they were cops, we might be fine."
Zoro shrugged but the look he gave Sanji told the blond he didn't really believe that.
This has happened before, Sanji realized. Zoro knew the signs to look for when he was close to getting caught. He knew eventually someone would notice the increasing number of missing people, and he'd always been prepared for what to do when that happened.
"Give us a week," Sanji said.
"Sanji-" Zoro started but Sanji stopped him with a look.
"Please, Zoro," He implored. "This is our home. This is the first place I've ever actually felt at home at. I love it here and I don't want to leave so….please. One week."
Zoro let his blunt fingers run through the blond's golden strands. He sighed, falling victim to those pleading blue eyes.
"One week," Zoro agreed. "And then we leave, so be ready."
Sanji nodded, but he didn't feel good about the reply. He'd almost been hoping Zoro would agree to stay, and that by some miracle they wouldn't have to leave this place.
His disappointment must have shown on his face, because Zoro pulled him closer.
"This is the first time I've felt at home too," He confessed quietly. "But it isn't the house that makes me feel like that."
Sanji smiled sadly in Zoro's arms. He would miss this house. It was small, but they'd gone through so much together here. He couldn't for the life of him imagine a more perfect place to live, but Zoro was right. It wasn't the house that made him feel at home.
"Yeah," Sanji smiled happily. "You're my home too."