Yamato chuckled, but fell quiet at the kiss, eyes closed and smile soft.
"Mmh, it's early yet."
Once Kakashi was settled, Yamato let his head drop to the other mans shoulder, cheek pillowed against cool skin and sipped at his tea without further comment. This was what he'd missed the most; the quiet that fostered between them was never awkward and it was easy to exist in silence out of choice, instead of the laden no-sound of a mission.
His head still pounded and he would probably be an odd mixture of ravenous and sick to his stomach in about an hour, but for now he was content to sit in quiet company and contemplate what type of year it would be.
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"Mmh, it's early yet."
Once Kakashi was settled, Yamato let his head drop to the other mans shoulder, cheek pillowed against cool skin and sipped at his tea without further comment.
This was what he'd missed the most; the quiet that fostered between them was never awkward and it was easy to exist in silence out of choice, instead of the laden no-sound of a mission.
His head still pounded and he would probably be an odd mixture of ravenous and sick to his stomach in about an hour, but for now he was content to sit in quiet company and contemplate what type of year it would be.