G'raha's smile at that first expression that crosses Zoro's face is easy and warm, and he straightens up to his full (if meager) height as the other approaches. "Is that so?" he almost hums, and he takes a half step back so that he's not pressing right up against Zoro when he enters.

But then the door is closed and there's a hand cupping his face, and G'raha can only sigh and lean into it, crimson eyes fluttering closed. He lifts one hand to cover Zoro's hand with his own, the other reaching up so that he can rest it on the other man's shoulder. "And you're really here. Outside of that island."

His eyes open again after the attention to his hair, and he smiles anew. "This is what it normally looks like, I do recall explaining that how I looked in that place was no longer my norm."