His gaze flickered away and down, dark eyes glazing and clearing in turns as Yamato fought with the various needs his body and subconscious where making apparent. He could trust Kakashi, could trust him with this, but was he prepared to burden anyone with how much he'd been affected?

It burnt, hot and molten under his ribs; shame, frustration and the sickness of fear, robbing him of thought and speech enough to stand mute just past the threshold of his home.

Yamato couldn't stand it, biting hard on the inside of his cheek in an effort to respond; the words coming out even but suspiciously bereft of his usual inflections.

"Mission successful, as were the exams and the Hokage managed to fit in a tour of the local clan holdings.." It was small talk, but easier than tripping over exactly what had happened immediately.