Shisui listens, silent, thoughtful, watching Itachi as the other listed out what had been on his mind. On any other day, had Itachi told him the same, Shisui would have teased him. It did sound like that sort of attraction after all. And it makes him somewhat sad, somehow, to think that that was the main reason Itachi enjoyed her company. It was understandable, though. Perfectly so. Here, their family name and reputation preceded them. They were Uchiha before they were anybody else, even before they had a chance of coming into the world.

There's a soft exhale a few moments later, and Shisui shifts his gaze back onto the sky, watching a family of birds fly across the horizon.

He mentions nothing about his fears that she just might be fishing for information because she already had a good idea who he was, that he was Uchiha, that he was of importance politically and strategically to Orochimaru (if the man really was her master). He says nothing of the fact that he didn't trust her to be honestly 'normal' with him, that he feared it was all an act, a farce. Because that is what they were supposed to believe, weren't they? That was what had been always drilled into them. If, for even a moment, someone could help him shed that and just be himself-- Shisui knew he'd cling to them like they literally were his lifeline, his means of escaping into himself, sans the hypervigilance, sans the political identity.

And he didn't want to deny Itachi that, although he worried that if it were merely an act on the woman's part... how was he going to take it?

So he says nothing. Instead, Shisui leans forward and reaches around Itachi's shoulders with his arm to pull him into a sideways hug, his fingers digging into the other's arm in a slight squeeze. It was meant to be reassuring.

"It's normal to feel that way."

He tilts his head to touch Itachi's.

"How long has this being going on?" He adds quietly. "And is talking all you've ever done?" The corner of his mouth teasingly twitches into a smirk at that~