[Oh yeah, the parts he missed are a lot, but Law is still Law through all of it. Piss and vinegar at every age, to protect the part of him that's still soft and kind from the harshness of the rest of the world. No need to call him out on it and embarrass him. He leans past Law to reach for a tissue off that desk and blot at his stupid leaking eyes. What a mess.]

I'll take those coincidences, then. As for me... I'm sure if I were to go back right now, the Marines wouldn't have me unless it was in chains. It's easy to feel like I'm still one of them, but that's just because they're not here to argue. I guess really I'm just nothing now. Not a Marine, not a pirate, just Rosinante - [Then, quickly, with a smile at the corner of his mouth,] - or, Cora-san.

[Because that's still cute and he's keeping it, thanks. He also hasn't noticed he's lit the tissue on fire just yet, thanks to it being there in his face for a moment with his cigarette.]