His eyelids drooped at the contact and Yamato finally let himself relax under the shelter of Kakashi's arm with a quiet sigh.
He'd never expected this; perhaps at one point he'd entertained the thought, had hoped, but those wishes were forever distant, until now of course. The touch, the proximity, it all calmed him, made him feel leaden and tired and safe in a way that had only ever settled over him a handful of times before.
Yes, this was worth the risk. A small facet of Kakashi that he could have for himself, something to ease the hurts that their time apart had fostered and proof of the threads that still strung between them. If the Jounin kept his word, Yamato would be happy and that thought settled his mind enough to ease into the comfortable blanket of sleep.
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He'd never expected this; perhaps at one point he'd entertained the thought, had hoped, but those wishes were forever distant, until now of course. The touch, the proximity, it all calmed him, made him feel leaden and tired and safe in a way that had only ever settled over him a handful of times before.
Yes, this was worth the risk. A small facet of Kakashi that he could have for himself, something to ease the hurts that their time apart had fostered and proof of the threads that still strung between them. If the Jounin kept his word, Yamato would be happy and that thought settled his mind enough to ease into the comfortable blanket of sleep.