[Stares at Zoro's hand for a moment -- it makes his own look much smaller now. Then he lifts his glass to his lips with his other hand and drains the remainder of the booze before tugging free from Zoro's grip. He goes to set the glass in the sink (and hindsight says drinking anything at all was a pretty poor decision right now, oi...).]

Don't force yourself, marimo, I think I can manage to survive keeping our shitty hands off each other for a day. Less than a day. This'll go away soon.