Eyes closed, Tenzou absently noted the dip of the mattress beside him but only roused properly at the touch to his hair. He hadn't expected Kakashi to linger much longer, let alone make himself comfortable and the gesture wasn't lost; the much ignored ache under his ribs, eased in response and his frame relaxed accordingly.

Tenzou could count the softer moments that had happened between them on both hands; rare and strangely precious moments when he had truly felt his age and less like the carefully honed killer that ANBU demanded of him. Like this he was small again, fragile in some way that only Kakashi had noticed and soothed away with action and few words.

Just as he had done the times before, Tenzou responded hesitantly in kind, reaching out to tangle the fingers of one hand into the fabric of Kakashi's uniform and holding on in a childish gesture of security.