Kakashi noted the pout, and with a wry smile brimming with affection he passed the remainder of his bottle over. He was pleasantly tipsy, enough to offer up the last third or so of his sake to chase that pout away should Yamato accept.

His words brought a silence to Kakashi, and considerations he probably shouldn't have been entertaining but ones that the sake deemed fit for a short moment of thought swam in his slightly hazy mind. He settled back a little more, casting a look skyward while he thought about his next words. Eventually, he spoke up.

"Have you ever come close to letting anyone in as close as you have Yukimi?" he muttered, his tone conversational, but his tone was quiet, almost fragile.