Luffy leaned into Hancock’s touch as she rolled and kneaded the tired muscles of his back. Her hands were large, warm, and strong despite their delicate appearance, and it felt good to have her massage him after the long day of training. She was cooing over him, possibly something about how brave and handsome he was, possibly something about how he shouldn’t push himself so hard. He wasn’t really listening. Just the sound of her voice was enough, along with her hands on him. As she finished, he he let his tired, body melt as if bonelessly into her embrace.