Zoro had hauled the unconscious teacher up into his arms and had been surprised by the fact that Sanji did apparently have some weight to him though he appeared to be pretty slim. Nami instructed him to put the teacher on one of the beds upstairs and Luffy had offered his before shushing Tony and trying to get him to calm down a little. Thus began Zoro's ascent up the stairs which wasn't that difficult- he'd trained with heavier weights than the teacher- and set Sanji down on Luffy's mess of a bed (only getting lost once on the way there). Nami had checked the back of Sanji's head already so Zoro didn't have to concern himself with looking for bleeding, but he felt he should be doing something.

His paternal instinct was tugging him towards Tony who was probably still crying his eyes out downstairs but Zoro tried to consol it by constantly reminding himself that Luffy and Nami were looking after him so his son was okay. Besides, he had Sanji that he needed to take care of right now. How long was it a person had to be unconscious for before you needed to call an ambulance? Shit, shit, shit.

"My head… shit…"

Sanji suddenly moved his arm and it took Zoro a moment to realise that it was because Sanji had regained consiousness. The teacher rubbed at his face and made a little attempt at sitting up but Zoro pushed him back down with his hand so he was laid back down on one of Luffy's creased t-shirts.

"You shouldn't get up so fast." He warned.

Sanji brushed him off and sat up regardless, "I'm fine." He took a breath, his face blanched, and he lay down once more, "No, I'm not." He groaned, "Ugh, my head."

"Yeah, you kind of smacked it pretty hard when you fell…"

"No shit, Sherlock," Sanji huffed with a small chuckle and closed his eyes tight, "My head's spinning."

Zoro asked him some easy questions until Sanji got annoyed with being asked so much and could sit up without the whole room becoming a carousel ride. He complained of feeling a little woozy and nauseous but they both reckoned that feeling would pass. They both stayed in the room together a while longer and Zoro sat down on the side of the bed whilst they waited to see if Sanji would perk up any.

"So, you know Luffy?" Zoro asked.

"Unfortunately," Sanji laughed softly, "We've been friends a couple of years now."

"So how many of them do you know?"

"Luffy, Nami, Ace, Marco, Usopp, and Perona. You know, they always mentioned about another guy but I never cottoned on that it was you."

Zoro shrugged, "They always mentioned about knowing a cook but I never thought it was you- I only knew you were a teacher."

"Yeah. Well, now you know." Sanji's tone of voice changed and Zoro frowned as he turned his head to look at him. Sanji looked worried and shut off and his knees were drawn in to his chest.

"So how long have you been cooking for?" Zoro asked.

"A while. I told you I wanted to be one, you know, professionally." Was Sanji's answer. He sighed heavily, "But that doesn't matter much."

"What happened?" Zoro pressed. He didn't want to pry into Sanji's life but the teacher really hadn't told him much about himself though Zoro had told him things about his own. The reaction he provoked from the other man wasn't one Zoro had been expecting.

"I said it doesn't matter, okay?" Sanji snapped, his words harsh and sharp, "It's personal."

Zoro immediately wanted to drop the subject, "Okay, you don't have to tell me- I was just asking."

"Well don't ask about it again." Sanji snipped back and something in the tone of his voice brushed Zoro up the wrong way entirely.

Zoro lashed out before he thought, "Well, I don't really know all that much about you so I'm so sorry for asking."

"What are you even talking about?"

"You've barely told me anything about yourself but you can just expect and get my story from a few kissed I. . You really think that's fair? You are a nice guy, Sanji, but this," He gestured between them, "isn't going to work out if you don't tell me stuff about you. What kind of relationship is based off not knowing anything about the person you're with?"

"Well maybe there's just some stuff that's a bit too personal to tell you yet." Sanji bit.

"You've got to give me something," Zoro said. He didn't much like the sudden tension between them. Was this it- their first argument?

Sanji got to his feet suddenly, a little shaky but quick to regain his balance, "I don't feel good, I'm going home," He said simply.

And he left, and Zoro didn't follow. He just sat and listened as he heard Sanji now downstairs asking someone for a lift home. He'd screwed up. He'd really screwed up.