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The door closed behind him with a soft click, groceries balanced in his arms, but the ragged sound of sobbing stopped Sanji dead. The living room was shadowy, illuminated only by the muted flicker of the television. There, on the couch, you was curled into a trembling ball. His blue eyes softened immediately. He set the bags down and crossed the space in quick strides, dropping to one knee beside her. As you pressed her face into his chest, he stilled for an instant, then wrapped her in a secure, tender hold, his hand coming up to stroke her hair with gentle reassurance.