[Cracking open one eye, Sanji watches Yusuke inspect the area, can tell from his boyfriend's expression that either the mark has lessened or disappeared entirely. His lips quirk to the side when he feels a kiss against his wrist.]
Yeah? [Holding himself firm so that Yusuke can relax against him. It's the least he can do.] Guess I didn't completely mess it up.
[Doesn't feel like a complete victory to him. Though his fever is starting to recede, he's tired and worn thin. Mark his words, he's allergic to honesty. He refuses to do this shit again for at least six months.]
... Hey.
[Even still, he leans over, brushing his lips against Yusuke's temple in quiet affection.]
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Yeah? [Holding himself firm so that Yusuke can relax against him. It's the least he can do.] Guess I didn't completely mess it up.
[Doesn't feel like a complete victory to him. Though his fever is starting to recede, he's tired and worn thin. Mark his words, he's allergic to honesty. He refuses to do this shit again for at least six months.]
... Hey.
[Even still, he leans over, brushing his lips against Yusuke's temple in quiet affection.]
Thanks.