Never had Yamato craved the solitude of his tiny apartment more, than the return trip from Kirigakure. He’d dodged and brushed off various attempts to discuss why he had frozen up at the Hoshigaki lake, waving it off as no more than a desire to keep an eye on their exit, despite the panicked signs he had flashed Neji when they had split up.
He could feel the concern radiating from both his companions, his friends, since then but the words were not forthcoming and Yamato had no desire to dredge up old demons any more than the glass and water construct already had. So he smiled, did his duty and peeled away from them as soon as Obito saw fit to dismiss them and cycle through to the next guard rotation.
His descent to his front door lacked his usual grace and Yamato landed, flat footed, catching himself against the dark, wooden surface, before shouldering his way inside and with an audible click, locked the door behind him.
The forced calm he’d been gripping to, crumbled almost immediately and he paced unsteadily into his living space, only to tense up at the presence of a figure on his couch.
Apparently the outside wasn't about to be locked out and Yamato regarded Kakashi with a lost look, body language telegraphing all the wrong messages and torn between relief and revulsion at the idea of keeping any sort of company.
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Never had Yamato craved the solitude of his tiny apartment more, than the return trip from Kirigakure. He’d dodged and brushed off various attempts to discuss why he had frozen up at the Hoshigaki lake, waving it off as no more than a desire to keep an eye on their exit, despite the panicked signs he had flashed Neji when they had split up.
He could feel the concern radiating from both his companions, his friends, since then but the words were not forthcoming and Yamato had no desire to dredge up old demons any more than the glass and water construct already had. So he smiled, did his duty and peeled away from them as soon as Obito saw fit to dismiss them and cycle through to the next guard rotation.
His descent to his front door lacked his usual grace and Yamato landed, flat footed, catching himself against the dark, wooden surface, before shouldering his way inside and with an audible click, locked the door behind him.
The forced calm he’d been gripping to, crumbled almost immediately and he paced unsteadily into his living space, only to tense up at the presence of a figure on his couch.
Apparently the outside wasn't about to be locked out and Yamato regarded Kakashi with a lost look, body language telegraphing all the wrong messages and torn between relief and revulsion at the idea of keeping any sort of company.