Good. [Because he wouldn't have been able to stand it if she'd spent any second longer than necessary believing that bullshit Aku fed her. She shouldn't have needed to believe it in the first place; the crew - he should've been faster getting her out of there, instead of letting their navigator rot in a cell for about two weeks, half-starved and defeated and-- damn it.
Sanji nearly pulls back, quick to note his mounting frustration and the lack of a convenient target to take it out on, but he doesn't, because the moment he does, he won't let himself touch her again. Call it a selfish desire if you will. The hug is as much for him as it is for her. He stays where he is, glaring every ounce of his hatred at one of the innocent walls of his room. If it sets on fire, good; something might as well.
But of course he doesn't know what to say. Weak apologies won't cut it - and he'd half-expect her to cut him off, anyway. So instead he opts for silence, needing that moment to untangle some of his inner torment.]
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Sanji nearly pulls back, quick to note his mounting frustration and the lack of a convenient target to take it out on, but he doesn't, because the moment he does, he won't let himself touch her again. Call it a selfish desire if you will. The hug is as much for him as it is for her. He stays where he is, glaring every ounce of his hatred at one of the innocent walls of his room. If it sets on fire, good; something might as well.
But of course he doesn't know what to say. Weak apologies won't cut it - and he'd half-expect her to cut him off, anyway. So instead he opts for silence, needing that moment to untangle some of his inner torment.]