And now Yamato was picking on their old traditions?! Apparently nothing was sacred, and the idea that Yamato would throw that return back in his face made him furious.

Despite all that.. the words /hurt/. The way Yamato looked at him, implored with him, seethed at him - it was almost too much to take and where he would have usually felt a deep throng of sadness wrack his frame, this time Kakashi only felt anger. The last thing he needed right now was a constant and reliable friend like Yamato suddenly upending all their unspoken laws and habits. The rug was firmly tugged from under his feet, and his rage was all Kakashi had left to keep himself upright.

"Maybe you should stop depending on me so much!" Kakashi spat, jerking his leg forwards to push the other man away from him while he backed off to check on the nicks and cuts on his arms and hands. "If you had a little faith in yourself maybe you wouldn't need to rely on someone like me to hold you up! I'm not a good choice and I'm definitely not worth all that! I don't understand why you people keep leaning on me, expecting me to hold you up when I have no idea how to hold myself up!" It was unclear, not for the first time in their long history of fights, who exactly he was talking to, or about.