Sasuke quirked a wry smile up at Kakashi once he'd cleared the first half of the sandwich, grateful for the sentiment as much as the privacy. Kakashi was a sometimes-sensei, true, but he'd also been the first to help Sasuke channel his second nature and shape it, well before Tsunade had deemed his chakra control fine enough to show him any of her methods for using Raiton.

The offer still surprised him a little, his hand pausing in the middle of reaching for the rest of the sandwich (it wasn't as bad as he'd thought, the richness of the honey and bread surprisingly filling without agitating his unhappy stomach). He picked up the half after a moment, glancing down this time: support was an interesting way to put it.

Uchiha were clan; they were all the support he ever should have needed. And his sensei and Kage was blood kin. He shouldn't have felt anything besides supported.

Still, the words dragged out of him slowly: "I'm grateful. There are just ..." His mouth twisted a little. "There are just some disappointments I'd rather not spread through my relatives."