[ How is Law so constantly precious? And yet he manages so well to hide it from everyone else. Rosinante knows he's one of the very few who ever sees this side of him, and he revels in that knowledge like it's some secret they both get to share.

He can't help it, he reaches over and brushes his fingertips through a spiky bit of hair just above Law's ear. Just a gentle, loving little touch that also carries minimal risk of somehow knocking Law's entire meal off the counter, which has probably (definitely) happened before. ]

You can thank me in the acknowledgments of all your future publications.

[ This is sort of a dare, and sort of a request to do absolutely nothing like that, please, he's happy just knowing Law appreciates him and all the dumb little things he does. ]