[It's short but not unkind. Gin if anyone would understand that kind of bond and even though they're rivals, enemies even it's surprisingly easy to talk to him. He was there, he gets it when even some of the Strawhats wouldn't.
He falls silent for a moment, takes a sip of the now-cold coffee before abandoning the cup on the coffee table. He sinks back then, head tilted back against the couch, eyes raised skywards - domewards. Nothing but ceiling but he knows it's up there, brilliant blue and so close they can practically smell it... yet completely unattainable.]