[Richard's reply does put concerns to rest, but Sanji internally winces at the shift back to him. He nearly doesn't answer.
If not for the way his wingless shoulder blade throbs, as if to remind him that he can't will the past away by ignoring it... maybe he would let the silence draw out. But eventually he settles backwards again - not laying down, but leaning against the pillows, heedless of how uncomfortable the position is. He doesn't feel like being any more vulnerable]
Heh... I was careless. [His expression blanks out. His eyes close briefly] Isn't that always the excuse?
[Action, December 20th]
If not for the way his wingless shoulder blade throbs, as if to remind him that he can't will the past away by ignoring it... maybe he would let the silence draw out. But eventually he settles backwards again - not laying down, but leaning against the pillows, heedless of how uncomfortable the position is. He doesn't feel like being any more vulnerable]
Heh... I was careless. [His expression blanks out. His eyes close briefly] Isn't that always the excuse?