"I only got in last night," Itachi pointed out. "And he is a very busy man." he doubted Obito knew and was letting him stew. That wasn't Obito's style. Itachi gave Shisui a jaundiced look. When had he ever beat himself up over anything? Sarcasm. Humor for the jaded.

Shisui, Itachi reflected, probably came the closest of anyone Itachi knew to knowing all Itachi's secrets and the things he'd done he wasn't proud of and the things Itachi shouldn't have been proud of, but was. Or had been. Still, there were secrets between them.

Itachi now felt drained, the black feeling settling down around him again now that he was still and had unburdened himself to Shisui at least partially.