[ But it's said with another hand squeeze. And then he lets himself flop properly back into the sofa cushions and lets out a sigh. ]
Yes. I was leaving work, and got a little down the road before I was attacked. No, I didn't see who did it -- [ So there will be seeking anyone out today, sir. ] -- they had a hoodie on, and were hiding their face.
[That's a implied promise to not keep badgering Yusuke with a WHO THE FUCK DONE IT and instead just. Accept that whatever son of a bitch hurt his boyfriend was well prepared]
... It doesn't make sense. I can't think of anyone who'd have a grudge against you.
[ That's the problem with grudges... they can be illogical. What seems like the smallest thing to the one person, could be deeply painful to another. ]
I don't know either. I would hope I hadn't done anything to cause such a reaction, but... who can say.
They seemed angry, whoever they were. Angry enough to try and chase me.
[... Honestly this is going to start pissing him off so much something catches fire, and Sanji, in a rare moment of foresight, abruptly switches gears.]
I need to thank Elliot for helping out, in any case... [Brushing his thumb over Yusuke's knuckles] Don't wanna think what might've happened if he wasn't around.
[Knowing Sanji? It's likely going to be a while before he truly starts believing that Yusuke is okay when out of his line of sight. Anything more than that is just... a work in progress.
He'll release Yusuke's fingers, but only so he can take up position next to him on the couch, looking very tired and worn despite not having been attacked himself. He leans some of his weight into the other.]
Don't blame ya... That's a lot of shit to go through.
[ There's a moment where Yusuke's hand scrabbles to try and stop Sanji from drawing away, before he realises what Sanji's trying to do and shifts himself along accordingly.
There should be enough room for them to comfortable curl up on the couch together, once the wriggling around is done, and Yusuke takes the chance to nuzzle into Sanji's collarbone. It's a delayed reaction, but the awareness of how dangerous today could have been for him is ebbing in little by little, and the close comfort isn't a bad thing right now. ]
Mm. Using Goemon drained me more than I anticipated though, so... rest is probably wise
[Sanji wouldn't be Sanji if he wasn't wishing death on someone's door. Muttering darkly, he leans his head on top of Yusuke's, feeling some of his anxiety finally drain out of his body.]
You're lucky I'm not one of those assholes who is gonna chain you to your bed to keep you safe.
[... THOUGHT MIGHT'VE CROSSED HIS MIND, but no. He tries to be respectful.]
As best I could. They were quite determined too. [ ... He pauses. This next part might be a little stark, but it's not as long he wants to keep secret. ] I iced my side as well, until I got home.
[ And then he wriggles a hand free, to wrap his arm around Sanji's waist and nuzzle closer. He's here. ]
Tch. Well... if I was in your position, would've burned my wound closed.
[So he can't really say shit, can he? Just snort and shake his head in soft amusement -- which immediately spikes into something sharper at the comment.]
Quick thinking is usually lauded, isn't it? I like to think it was quick thinking on my part.
[ It stopped the bleeding, at least. After a moment, Sanji might be able to feel the curve of a smile where Yusuke's face is pressed to his collarbone. ]
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You're gonna give me a heart attack, Renard.
[But best believe that'll be nothing compared to what Sanji'll do to the attempted murderer :) Speaking of that:]
Where did shit happen? On your way home?
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[ But it's said with another hand squeeze. And then he lets himself flop properly back into the sofa cushions and lets out a sigh. ]
Yes. I was leaving work, and got a little down the road before I was attacked. No, I didn't see who did it -- [ So there will be seeking anyone out today, sir. ] -- they had a hoodie on, and were hiding their face.
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[That's a implied promise to not keep badgering Yusuke with a WHO THE FUCK DONE IT and instead just. Accept that whatever son of a bitch hurt his boyfriend was well prepared]
... It doesn't make sense. I can't think of anyone who'd have a grudge against you.
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I don't know either. I would hope I hadn't done anything to cause such a reaction, but... who can say.
They seemed angry, whoever they were. Angry enough to try and chase me.
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I need to thank Elliot for helping out, in any case... [Brushing his thumb over Yusuke's knuckles] Don't wanna think what might've happened if he wasn't around.
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[ Still. Maybe there's a way to find out who did this? And why? It's something to think about, later on.
He shifts his hand to lace his fingers with Sanji's. How exactly does one hammer home the point "I was stabbed but I'm okay now"? ]
I'm just tired now. Really.
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He'll release Yusuke's fingers, but only so he can take up position next to him on the couch, looking very tired and worn despite not having been attacked himself. He leans some of his weight into the other.]
Don't blame ya... That's a lot of shit to go through.
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There should be enough room for them to comfortable curl up on the couch together, once the wriggling around is done, and Yusuke takes the chance to nuzzle into Sanji's collarbone. It's a delayed reaction, but the awareness of how dangerous today could have been for him is ebbing in little by little, and the close comfort isn't a bad thing right now. ]
Mm. Using Goemon drained me more than I anticipated though, so... rest is probably wise
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[Well of course, Yusuke had to defend himself.]
Hope you fuckin iced the bastard.
[Sanji wouldn't be Sanji if he wasn't wishing death on someone's door. Muttering darkly, he leans his head on top of Yusuke's, feeling some of his anxiety finally drain out of his body.]
You're lucky I'm not one of those assholes who is gonna chain you to your bed to keep you safe.
[... THOUGHT MIGHT'VE CROSSED HIS MIND, but no. He tries to be respectful.]
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[ And then he wriggles a hand free, to wrap his arm around Sanji's waist and nuzzle closer. He's here. ]
...
[ uHM. ]
That's rather forward of you. [ Yusuke, no. ]
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[So he can't really say shit, can he? Just snort and shake his head in soft amusement -- which immediately spikes into something sharper at the comment.]
Oi, at least I admitted my pure intentions here!
["PURE"]
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[ It stopped the bleeding, at least. After a moment, Sanji might be able to feel the curve of a smile where Yusuke's face is pressed to his collarbone. ]
Is that what you're calling it?