Kakashi sucked a breath in at the feeling of Yamato's touch, of his fingers ghosting across never-before-touched, sensitive skin. It was strange to be touched at all, let alone with the inclusion of his scar. Kakashi hadn't ever let anyone get close enough to do this, and though the movement itself wasn't much more than a study, than reassurance, there was a level of intimacy to it that Kakashi didn't really understand.

He swallowed, only a little awkward, and smiled in a similar way. He was kind of nervous to be so very vulnerable around Yamato, but the burn of sake still sitting in his stomach was the ebb of courage he need, and he inhaled a slow breath of calm before settling his body beside the other man's.