[Unpleasant is the last thing he'd call it, and he has to fight harder than he ever has before in his entire life to not let that show. Broken ribs, near-drowning, a direct hit from the Wrath of God - he can take all of that without faltering, but this... this is worse. So much worse, so much more painful because it reminds him of how desperately he wants this thing he's told himself he doesn't want. For her sake. For the sake of their friendship.
Nami's coldhearted, violent, daily rejection was easier to take than this. This just isn't fair.
Sanji pulls back when she does, careful not to face her straight on for a little while - he needs to compose himself after that kiss, needs to force his pulse down to more manageable levels. The chirped announcement sends another small sting through his heart; he doesn't know if it's accurate or not but the romantic in him wants to believe it is.]
Shitty thing. Don't pay any attention to it, Miss Miwako.
[With the barrier gone he moves to pick up the box again. Might as well help her get it home, as long as they keep an eye out for bots they should be alright. Right?]