Kakashi's breath all but stopped at that sight. He'd never seen Tenzou cry unless it was from a great deal of pain, but this was emotional and real and directed at him.. and Kakashi couldn't help but feel like all the wind had been knocked right out of him as he stared into Yamato's dark eyes. It was oddly beautiful, seeing someone so strong break down in a moment like this, and though it hurt Kakashi's heart to see him cry, he knew he wasn't doing it out of sadness, and that lifted his spirits like nothing else could. With Yamato's words, Kakashi heard something he didn't realise he'd been craving to hear since he'd left ANBU, and all he could do was stare.
Not for the first time, Kakashi tentatively rose a hand to delve into the hair at the back of Yamato's head, the action almost automatic as a response to seeing the man in some form of distress (usually a drunken one if their track record was anything to go by) as if he were stuck in a trance. In this position he couldn't exactly encourage Yamato to sleep off his sadness like he had when the pair had last been drunk and emotional together, so instead Kakashi dawdled on making any more moves and just ran the tips of his fingers through Yamato's hair for a moment, his uncovered palm enjoying the sensation as his brain tried to process everything that was happening all at once.
He wasn't sure when his brain had pushed his next move into motion until it was much too late to stop it. He had pushed forwards, the hand in Yamato's hair an anchor to reel the other man in closer as Kakashi shifted and finally, finally pressed their lips together. His were still covered by the fabric of his mask, but it didn't matter as the heat of Yamato's breath still seeped through the fabric, and over a decades worth of tension seemed to bleed from his frame.
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Not for the first time, Kakashi tentatively rose a hand to delve into the hair at the back of Yamato's head, the action almost automatic as a response to seeing the man in some form of distress (usually a drunken one if their track record was anything to go by) as if he were stuck in a trance. In this position he couldn't exactly encourage Yamato to sleep off his sadness like he had when the pair had last been drunk and emotional together, so instead Kakashi dawdled on making any more moves and just ran the tips of his fingers through Yamato's hair for a moment, his uncovered palm enjoying the sensation as his brain tried to process everything that was happening all at once.
He wasn't sure when his brain had pushed his next move into motion until it was much too late to stop it. He had pushed forwards, the hand in Yamato's hair an anchor to reel the other man in closer as Kakashi shifted and finally, finally pressed their lips together. His were still covered by the fabric of his mask, but it didn't matter as the heat of Yamato's breath still seeped through the fabric, and over a decades worth of tension seemed to bleed from his frame.