[He expects some level of violence for his yelling, because that's just the life Sanji has lived. A move to defend himself leads to a bruise, just like calling to his father for help ends in a sneer. That Jae-Ha does neither and instead offers a hand like he understands--
Sanji would stand there with blank shock written all over his face if Jae-Ha didn't suddenly pitch to the ground like his legs have given out.]
-Jae-Ha?! [Screaming the other boy's name, Sanji throws himself after him, afraid at first to touch him but then even more afraid to leave him there. He pulls until the green-haired boy is forced to lean against him for support, and there are already tears clogging his throat.
His mind echoes in the voice of his sister, calling him a cry-baby. That only spikes his fear]
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Sanji would stand there with blank shock written all over his face if Jae-Ha didn't suddenly pitch to the ground like his legs have given out.]
-Jae-Ha?! [Screaming the other boy's name, Sanji throws himself after him, afraid at first to touch him but then even more afraid to leave him there. He pulls until the green-haired boy is forced to lean against him for support, and there are already tears clogging his throat.
His mind echoes in the voice of his sister, calling him a cry-baby. That only spikes his fear]
You said you weren't sick!