Itachi gave Shisui a fond if not exasperated glance. He patted his cousin on the back with a patronizing gentleness. "Ah, poor Shisui, suffering from the migraine of shared angst. Obviously as one reaches the venerable end of life, one is no longer able to safely process the intense mental misery of the younger generation and exposure to it causes acute head-aches."

Itachi paused suddenly "Maybe that's why people drink." It made everything seem less important except sleeping or getting warm. If one needed to sleep a night away and misery wouldn't let them, it seemed like a reasonable solution.