[It was raining? Ah, right. It's definitely raining. He wraps his arms around Sanji's neck, no sign of shame or embarrassment of the help visible in the movementm and drops almost instantly to rest his face on Sanji's shoulder. Truth be told, he almost wants to panic a little, because the last time someone carried him, they were killed. That biting feeling in his stomach returns when he remembers the scene, frozen on the floor half-dead.
Shifting faintly, he dips in and out of unconsciousness. Perhaps the warm feel of wetness on the top of Sanji's shoulder isn't rainwater, because a little sob rattles him there where he sits, where he's practically radiating body heat like a phantom beacon. He clenches his arms just a little, seeing images behind his eyelids that aren't real.
A complete wreck. Only he's at least far less aware of it than a few minutes ago. That's got to amount to something for him.
[Action/Forest]
[It was raining? Ah, right. It's definitely raining. He wraps his arms around Sanji's neck, no sign of shame or embarrassment of the help visible in the movementm and drops almost instantly to rest his face on Sanji's shoulder. Truth be told, he almost wants to panic a little, because the last time someone carried him, they were killed. That biting feeling in his stomach returns when he remembers the scene, frozen on the floor half-dead.
Shifting faintly, he dips in and out of unconsciousness. Perhaps the warm feel of wetness on the top of Sanji's shoulder isn't rainwater, because a little sob rattles him there where he sits, where he's practically radiating body heat like a phantom beacon. He clenches his arms just a little, seeing images behind his eyelids that aren't real.
A complete wreck. Only he's at least far less aware of it than a few minutes ago. That's got to amount to something for him.
Mumbled, more than likely not to Sanji:]
Sorry... m'sorry...