Kakashi didn't question Yamato as he put his shirt back on, nor did he try to stop him; Kakashi himself was much too riddled with insecurities to deny him that small mercy, especially since Yamato was relatively new to having the scar on show. It didn't matter either way, because now Kakashi had seen it in exchange for showing his own, and the subject was no longer a taboo between them. Emotional wounds, much like the physical ones, were starting to heal.

Kakashi's arm instinctively fell across Yamato's waist, his fingers coming to rest gently against the curve of the other man's spine and lightly tracing the grooves of bone protruding from between planes of muscle.

He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly through his nose, letting his body relax as well as his mind, feeling entirely at ease in that one moment as if the world surrounding himself and Yamato had stood still. He could get used to this.