[-- Hn. He doesn't recall being told about Yusuke's mother's health.

Not to say he's angry about being kept in the dark. Sanji never asked, Yusuke never told. He already knows how his boyfriend works.

Still, it's a detail that lingers in the mind, and there's a pause in which he's not sure which thread to follow. The complexity of these feelings aren't ones he can relate to.

After all, Sanji despises his father. Isn't all that embarrassed about the fact, either. With a sigh, he drops his brush, using his now free hand to rub at the nape of his neck.]

Hey, you went from getting to be a kid, to having to take on the responsibility of an adult. And you lost a parent on top of it. [He shrugs] 'Course you'd feel a little sore.