[He grits his teeth, shaking under Sanji's grip. He can distantly feel the wounds on him, begging for more morphine, but the fingers holding his wrists are less obvious. All he can think is he's caught forever in this weird fantasy nightmare. Someone's holding him still while Barnaby walks off, looking disappointed and alone. He tries to throw his arm out, shove away whatever was holding him. He thinks maybe the back of his hand thudded hollowly against someone's torso, but there's nobody here anymore--
Something close to a sob slips out before his amber eyes snap back toward Sanji, looking to the left at the hands keeping him from clawing his face, looking around the room as if he's forgotten where he is--he had forgotten. He just sits in a daze, breathing heavy, ashamed to speak for a moment while he tries to figure out how long it's been again. Days? No, no, it can't be that long, because he just saw Sanji--in that outfit, too--and...
[Action] 1/2 yeah i can be that way sometimes
Something close to a sob slips out before his amber eyes snap back toward Sanji, looking to the left at the hands keeping him from clawing his face, looking around the room as if he's forgotten where he is--he had forgotten. He just sits in a daze, breathing heavy, ashamed to speak for a moment while he tries to figure out how long it's been again. Days? No, no, it can't be that long, because he just saw Sanji--in that outfit, too--and...