As Ashiko moved, Itachi leaned back, tensed and ready for something. He wasn't ready to be flicked on the forehead. He blinked stupidly and rubbed the skin she'd touched, expecting to feel some kind of heat or cold. It was jarring to have her do that, as it was similar to the motion he used with Sasuke all the time. Itachi's mouth felt a little dry.

"I...I was thinking," Itachi paused and then blundered on. "That I am not sure I like the person I am becoming," Itachi admitted. He smothered a yawn.

"The obvious solution is we'll run away together, which removed the issue of a sake sodden and possibly tearful parting, and then we'll both be free to be whatever and go wherever we wants," Itachi explained rather simply. "And I think I am drunk." Oddly this made him want to curl up somewhere warm and sleep.