[As much as he wants to snap back at those words, Sanji is practically begging him to stop. She doesn't know what he's capable of, and there's no way he's going to give her that ammo, either. But it sure will come up the next time someone tries to seriously hurt Sanji.
But being accused of hurting him makes him doubt himself, too. He thinks he's doing what's right, handling this the best way possible... But he can see that Sanji seems to expect Reiju's care here. Maybe it would be wrong to get in the way.
Giving her the glare of a monster, he lets her keep her bandages and steps back, squeezing Sanji's hand before letting his own drop away.]
I wonder how long your excuses will make you feel better. [And then he's looking at Sanji, a silent agreement that he'll stop.] Go ahead. You need to rest. [Once she's done fixing him up.]
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But being accused of hurting him makes him doubt himself, too. He thinks he's doing what's right, handling this the best way possible... But he can see that Sanji seems to expect Reiju's care here. Maybe it would be wrong to get in the way.
Giving her the glare of a monster, he lets her keep her bandages and steps back, squeezing Sanji's hand before letting his own drop away.]
I wonder how long your excuses will make you feel better. [And then he's looking at Sanji, a silent agreement that he'll stop.] Go ahead. You need to rest. [Once she's done fixing him up.]