There's something familiar about that particular smile, something that twists at Koby's chest in a way that nothing else has, not for a while. Not since arriving in Abraxas, at least. He's met people who've been extremely kind, who've helped him in all sorts of ways, yes, but there's a certain type of glow that makes him think suddenly, achingly, of Luffy. And Will has it.

So Koby doesn't recoil from the other boy, lets him remove the glasses, blinking a couple times, then reaching up to awkwardly push his hair back. "I -- maybe you're...you're right. I haven't really...found anywhere I can do that. Not in a really long time." Maybe never. "But I believe you. I trust that you're...not out to hurt me." It feels odd, saying it out loud.

But it's true, which is why Will's gently stern, knowing question gets some surprise, but not any genuine fear. Koby winces a little, rubbing along his ribs for a moment, then ducking his head to mumble: "Help? I'm not used to these ones. I've been using just regular bandages for years."