Months, yes, he knew. His gaze calculately lingers elsewhere, hands around his mug of tea as if that is his only security.

It wasn't surprising that Sasuke was watching his records.

"About six months." he admits, that's how long he's been without medication, and he thinks he'd been doing just fine, honestly. It isn't as if his spy work required a lot of stamina unless he was caught, and had to escape...

And a good spy was not caught.