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"… Itachi?" The young Uchiha blinks once, twice and upon the third time allows his heavy lashes to fall closed, a loud inhale fills his lungs as he contemplates just how to respond to this discovery, this confession of sorts.
"Is this true?" He asks when he gathers his composure, eyes dark and half lidded. "… This isn’t possible, you can’t.."
I don't look to the future any more. Only the past.
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"Tsk, why you little…" Not even a moment together and already the two were back in their comfortable bickering. She hardly went out on missions anymore, being in the hospital, but she knew. She rested her hand on his head, "Spend sometime with me huh? Solo missions are taxing and though you think you don’t need it some human connection would do you good."
A deep sigh leaves the Uchiha’s lips as the female lectures him in a considerate tone. She worried, like most and Sasuke had a nasty habit of neglecting himself. Always pushing forward to keep himself distracted no matter the damage it would possibly inflict.
"…Hn, I suppose you’re right. Though, I’d really rather be alone." He dryly admits, a sharp sigh leaving his lips.
Sighs, “We’re quite the pair you and I… grumbling about. Glad you’re home safe though.”
"I’m hardly grumbling Sakura, that’s just how things are. Enjoyment in such activities is truly rare." He referred mostly to his loneliness during the mission.