[ She gives him an out and anyone sensible— anyone reasonable— would take it without a moment’s hesitation, begging off the strain of preparing a full meal in exchange for something simpler. But she’s not the only one worried, not the only one whose brow furrows with concern even as heat sweeps along his skin, leaving it as damp as it flushed. Does it feel like every second that passes is a long, torturous minute to her, head as ablaze with pain as her chest is full of that damnably unflappable rhythm?
Sanji has no way of knowing precisely what she’s going through— by now, he at least knows that these symptoms seem to favor those like them, with diamond marks stamped on their skin— but it’s easy to guess, easy to suppose that her existence feels as full of discomfort and pain as his does right now. She’s not the kind to complain— at least, he doesn’t think she is— too solid and composed and restrained to give voice to this kind of discomfort. Something about that hits close to home— more than he’d care to admit— but for now, it makes that protective urge he has for those closest to him flare, even as his eyes are squeezed shut and lightly calloused fingertips massage his temples, a silent prayer for even a little relief. None comes, and while he can’t do anything to stop this, anything he can do to help her feel even a fraction better sounds like the best damn use of his time. ]
never been more sure. cooking will help take my mind off of— well, all of what’s happening right now, you know? that plus the excellent company. promise it’s no bother. i wouldn’t have offered if i didn’t want to cook for you. it’ll help me feel better, i bet.
[ All of which is true, even if he feels a little shaky just getting out of bed. ]
i’m gonna send you the location to the elevator up to my suite. meet you down there?
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Sanji has no way of knowing precisely what she’s going through— by now, he at least knows that these symptoms seem to favor those like them, with diamond marks stamped on their skin— but it’s easy to guess, easy to suppose that her existence feels as full of discomfort and pain as his does right now. She’s not the kind to complain— at least, he doesn’t think she is— too solid and composed and restrained to give voice to this kind of discomfort. Something about that hits close to home— more than he’d care to admit— but for now, it makes that protective urge he has for those closest to him flare, even as his eyes are squeezed shut and lightly calloused fingertips massage his temples, a silent prayer for even a little relief. None comes, and while he can’t do anything to stop this, anything he can do to help her feel even a fraction better sounds like the best damn use of his time. ]
never been more sure. cooking will help take my mind off of— well, all of what’s happening right now, you know? that plus the excellent company.
promise it’s no bother. i wouldn’t have offered if i didn’t want to cook for you. it’ll help me feel better, i bet.
[ All of which is true, even if he feels a little shaky just getting out of bed. ]
i’m gonna send you the location to the elevator up to my suite. meet you down there?