[He nods, swallowing hard and trying to keep his emotions at bay, even if he's already got an escapee tear finding its way down his face.
Okay... So he wasn't all back together, however... the big tear in his chest feels more closed up than it had moments before. For that, he's grateful. Got a ways to go, but--he smiles (a real one, even if it's a little sad, it's a real one) and puts a hand on the crown of Sanji's head, mussing the blond hair business as usual.]
... 'course we're friends.
[If Kotetsu thought hard enough, maybe he could picture that Sanji's a mirror, too. A mirrored person with that same grumbly voice, telling him things he should be telling himself.]
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Okay... So he wasn't all back together, however... the big tear in his chest feels more closed up than it had moments before. For that, he's grateful. Got a ways to go, but--he smiles (a real one, even if it's a little sad, it's a real one) and puts a hand on the crown of Sanji's head, mussing the blond hair business as usual.]
... 'course we're friends.
[If Kotetsu thought hard enough, maybe he could picture that Sanji's a mirror, too. A mirrored person with that same grumbly voice, telling him things he should be telling himself.]
We're great friends.
[That much, he doesn't hesitate on.]