[He shakes like he's cold—and then, suddenly, he stops. Loosens his grasp on Sanji's shoulders (that desperate grasp, like he's keeping him from leaving). It's the usual tactic: swallowing down all that pain at once, after he feels enough is enough. He saved people--so what if he missed his wife? So what if he hurt the image of his daughter? Heroes have to do tough stuff sometimes. Tomoe would see him--and he'd need to show her he was fine. He's fine.]
... I'm fine...
[He realizes he's spoken it aloud, but doesn't bother with his usual goofy way of shrugging things off. He looks at Sanji's shoulder, because he can't look the other in the eye. Not after that sad display.]
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I'm not fine.
[Definitely not. His hands drop, and he just sits there ['like a moron'].]
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... I'm fine...
[He realizes he's spoken it aloud, but doesn't bother with his usual goofy way of shrugging things off. He looks at Sanji's shoulder, because he can't look the other in the eye. Not after that sad display.]
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I'm not fine.
[Definitely not. His hands drop, and he just sits there ['like a moron'].]
Sorry.
Man... I'm... kinda' a mess...
[Ha ha... ha...]