[Bless Sanji's steel grip, it's the only thing keeping Kotetsu's flailing fists from connecting with his torso. Thoughts of screaming down a nurse rage in his head until the fight suddenly bleeds out from the man, the wrists going lax in his grip.]
... [Movements slow, breath heavy, Sanji releases him and pulls back, puts a respectable amount of distance between them and climbs to his feet. One hand wipes the sweat off his neck.]
Yeah. Soup.
[Soup. Soup on the floor. Right. He rips his stare away for privacy's sake and drags it across the tiles until it comes upon the cup.] It's vegetable. [Voice nice and calm. Easy. From his tone, you'd think he hadn't just caught Kotetsu in the middle of a nightmare and now probably trying not to sob.] ... It'll go down easy.
[It's mentioned like a promise to a dying man. Sanji picks up the cup and turns - slowly again, for Kotetsu's sake rather than his] Here.
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... [Movements slow, breath heavy, Sanji releases him and pulls back, puts a respectable amount of distance between them and climbs to his feet. One hand wipes the sweat off his neck.]
Yeah. Soup.
[Soup. Soup on the floor. Right. He rips his stare away for privacy's sake and drags it across the tiles until it comes upon the cup.] It's vegetable. [Voice nice and calm. Easy. From his tone, you'd think he hadn't just caught Kotetsu in the middle of a nightmare and now probably trying not to sob.] ... It'll go down easy.
[It's mentioned like a promise to a dying man. Sanji picks up the cup and turns - slowly again, for Kotetsu's sake rather than his] Here.