[Hands immediately go up like Nami pulled a gun on him. Or maybe it's surrender. Either way, Sanji's face pulls into a nervous, flabbergasted smile, and he blurts out the first, honest thing that comes to mind:]
Well, lucky for you! [She says in a tone that knows it might not really feel so lucky.] I've got plenty of time before dinner's ready.
[It might not feel lucky, but it probably is for the best anyway: the sooner they get all this talked out, the sooner they can go back to being friends. The sooner this heavy cloud dissipates.
...That said, she really isn't interested in a laundry list, and heaves a sigh a few moments later.]
Honestly, what I most want to hear from you is an understanding of why I'm so angry. Do you know?
[Given he knows damn well why she's angry, he has no business looking mildly amused by her response (gonna drag him kicking and screaming into this, eh?), and quickly sombers into a more appropriate expression. His eyes pull to the side, hands dropping into the pockets of his dress pants to hide their nervous fidgeting.]
Where to start, eh... [He can't help but take that free pot shot at himself.] Maybe something to do with not trusting my crew.
[A pause]
... Or expecting different shitty results when you and Robin-san tried this already.
[And he could dig his feet in, make a decent case for his actions, but Sanji doubts Nami feels like entertaining him that far]
[That's her cover. She prefers it to admitting aloud that Sanji thinks more highly of her than is warranted. The truth is far more selfish than either of those offenses. And it wasn't even that he was wrong. Those were compelling reasons for her to be angry in their own right. So was the fact that Sanji treated Luffy the way he did. But that wasn't the heart of the matter either.
On the other hand, maybe the reality is that the truth isn't something Sanji would even think of, all considered. Or, possibly, he knows what it is, but he doesn't dare voice it, because it's no longer his place to.]
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[Hands immediately go up like Nami pulled a gun on him. Or maybe it's surrender. Either way, Sanji's face pulls into a nervous, flabbergasted smile, and he blurts out the first, honest thing that comes to mind:]
Nami-san, that, uh-- that might take a while.
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[It might not feel lucky, but it probably is for the best anyway: the sooner they get all this talked out, the sooner they can go back to being friends. The sooner this heavy cloud dissipates.
...That said, she really isn't interested in a laundry list, and heaves a sigh a few moments later.]
Honestly, what I most want to hear from you is an understanding of why I'm so angry. Do you know?
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Where to start, eh... [He can't help but take that free pot shot at himself.] Maybe something to do with not trusting my crew.
[A pause]
... Or expecting different shitty results when you and Robin-san tried this already.
[And he could dig his feet in, make a decent case for his actions, but Sanji doubts Nami feels like entertaining him that far]
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[That's her cover. She prefers it to admitting aloud that Sanji thinks more highly of her than is warranted. The truth is far more selfish than either of those offenses. And it wasn't even that he was wrong. Those were compelling reasons for her to be angry in their own right. So was the fact that Sanji treated Luffy the way he did. But that wasn't the heart of the matter either.
On the other hand, maybe the reality is that the truth isn't something Sanji would even think of, all considered. Or, possibly, he knows what it is, but he doesn't dare voice it, because it's no longer his place to.]