[the squirming dislodges him just enough to let Sanji actually stretch out all proper-like, and then Zoro eases back onto him, fitting himself between those long legs and wriggling a little until he can find just the right spot to rest his head - pillowed on Sanji's chest just below his collarbone. He tries to banish the nagging thought that laying down in any position hasn't helped so far and focuses on where he is instead, on the cook's body heat and the realization that he isn't as sharp and bony as expected. Kind of the opposite.
He breathes a long sigh and tries to find places to put his arms so they don't go numb, so sorry about the few extra minutes of not laying still, Sanji]
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He breathes a long sigh and tries to find places to put his arms so they don't go numb, so sorry about the few extra minutes of not laying still, Sanji]
Maybe a nap will help your headache too.
[maybe? hopefully?]