Week 2, Saturday Post-Trial - Sanji

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[For the most part, Ion's spending his evening sequestered in his lonely, partner-less room. But if Sanji goes to look for him, he won't have to search far. He'll catch a glimpse of the boy in the kitchen, searching through the cupboards with an obvious sense of purpose.]

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[fragileprophet]

Right.

[Ion takes a deep breath. His fingers loosen their hold. He wipes his face. And taking a step back again, he's smiling. It's an exhausted, resigned sort of thing--his mask of composure having slipped so far, but it's the best he can manage in the moment, with his cheeks so red and his eyes puffy.]

I'll bring him the coffee first, while it's still hot.

[He only has so many hands, after all. He plans on spending the rest of the night down there, so there's time.]

Thank you, again. I hope I can learn something else another time, too!

[It's a much nicer way of saying he hopes that he'll be alive after tomorrow to have the chance.]