His back stiffened in response, muscles going rigid, just barely keeping it together and keeping him from reaching back and grabbing the other's hand away from him. "Save that smart-ass comment for another time, Itachi, this isn't funny."

It wasn't. And the sudden tension between them was almost so solid you could cut through it with a knife. "If you think drinking's going to fucking fix shit, why don't you try and drown yourself in sake instead of moping about what could have been and what you should have done?" Shisui rarely swore, but when he did, it meant he was frustrated. And angry.

Just --why?! He wanted to help. He wanted to make things right for Itachi but Itachi wasn't letting him.