[Well goodness, then. If Sanji doesn't object, Souji will just gently rest a hand on his shoulder as he cries it out, offering at least one small tether while he rides out his emotions.

It must have been a lot, he thinks, to keep that to himself for so long. To be able to keep up enough strength to face everyone during investigation, in trial, at execution - and to still take care of them through their own grief.

He only removes his hand once Sanji's crying has dwindled, once again folding them neatly in front of himself, seemingly unbothered by Sanji being unable to keep his gaze. That's fair.]

No one that I've told myself, though I'd imagine some may have figured it out after yesterday.

[Or a little beforehand, maybe, but. Well. Nothing to be done about that.]

Would you like this to stay quiet?