Tenzou made a face as the sake burnt across his tongue, drinking slightly more than anticipated in his haste to have it done with and set the glass aside to focus on eating again.

His eyes tracked a path between the grill and his bowl, to the world outside again; falling easily back into the habit of respectful ignorance when it came to sharing a meal with Kakashi. Of course he'd been curious in the early days, but privacy was hoarded for a reason and Tenzou respected that more than anything and it had served their friendship well.

He ate with the mild disinterest and automation of someone who was used to ignoring the taste of their meals and finally relaxed as they settled into the kind of companionable silence he hadn't known he'd missed. The sake helped as well of course; his susceptibility to the substance practically legendary at that point, but Tenzou wasn't fool enough to think that being able to voice his concerns hadn't lifted its own burden too.