The quiet stretched on and Tenzou finally breached the gap between them; tired and comfortable enough to squirm closer, he extending his arm across Kakashi's lap in a loose hug and pillowed his head against his thigh.

He fully intended to follow the Jounin's quiet advice, lulled as he was by the hand in his hair and the slow burn of sake, but something had been tumbling at the back of his mind since Kakashi had mentioned it.

"Senpai.. how does, 'Yamato' sound?"

Tenzou's words were quiet and a little slurred, but the name had been the one that stood out amongst the one's he'd been considering all evening and it felt right to seek out Kakashi's approval, after all it was somewhat like tradition at this point.