[He's quiet for a moment, his stare finding anywhere that Yusuke isn't, he can't quite meet his eyes right now --
But eventually he'll reach up, gently but firmly dislodging one of the hands from his face. Not to say he lets go, however; his fingers remain wrapped around Yusuke's narrow wrist, Sanji's thumb against the other's palm.]
... It doesn't matter.
[Spoken firmly... if with a hollow note in his voice]
That shit just caught me by surprise. It's weird seeing the face of a woman you don't know.
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But eventually he'll reach up, gently but firmly dislodging one of the hands from his face. Not to say he lets go, however; his fingers remain wrapped around Yusuke's narrow wrist, Sanji's thumb against the other's palm.]
... It doesn't matter.
[Spoken firmly... if with a hollow note in his voice]
That shit just caught me by surprise. It's weird seeing the face of a woman you don't know.