[Sanji does not often shed his tears silently. The rare moments he does cry are usually as violent as his temper. Wild. Open on display with no shame at all.
This time, he feels he can't go that far. Either because Law is present or circumstances hold him back... whatever the case may be, when Sanji lowers his hand, his visible eye is bloodshot and moist. No other signs exist.
He doesn't acknowledge Law's presence until he's got a cigarette safely in his mouth. Excuse him, doctor, but his nerves sorely crave nicotine right now. One puffs, two, then three. He exhales slowly through his mouth and watches each cloud of smoke dissipate in the air. The normalcy is a comfort, and grounds him.]
... Thank you. For looking after my captain. [And for showing me, even if you didn't plan or mean to.]
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This time, he feels he can't go that far. Either because Law is present or circumstances hold him back... whatever the case may be, when Sanji lowers his hand, his visible eye is bloodshot and moist. No other signs exist.
He doesn't acknowledge Law's presence until he's got a cigarette safely in his mouth. Excuse him, doctor, but his nerves sorely crave nicotine right now. One puffs, two, then three. He exhales slowly through his mouth and watches each cloud of smoke dissipate in the air. The normalcy is a comfort, and grounds him.]
... Thank you. For looking after my captain. [And for showing me, even if you didn't plan or mean to.]