It had taken a few weeks, uncountable nightmares and several nerve wrecking nights alone in his bathtub to finally reach this point and it was after one such session that he found himself craving company and warmth; anything to act as a buffer between himself and sleep.
...And if Yamato was truly honest with himself, cutting off those around him was possibly the worst course of action and so he found himself here.
It was late but the lights were on; no doubt the product of another late night at the tower, of which there were becoming increasingly more and that alone made something squirm with guilt inside his stomach. Obito had a village to run, just as much as Yamato had a duty to fulfill and he couldn't let this lie between them any longer.
He tapped on the window sill, a courtesy more than a request and eased the kitchen window open, dropping soundlessly down onto the tiles and glancing around.
"Obito?"
His voice was quiet but carried in the equally still house and he followed the words down the hall in search of his wayward friend.
23rd February - Yamato finally seeks out Obito to collect on that cookie recipe
...And if Yamato was truly honest with himself, cutting off those around him was possibly the worst course of action and so he found himself here.
It was late but the lights were on; no doubt the product of another late night at the tower, of which there were becoming increasingly more and that alone made something squirm with guilt inside his stomach. Obito had a village to run, just as much as Yamato had a duty to fulfill and he couldn't let this lie between them any longer.
He tapped on the window sill, a courtesy more than a request and eased the kitchen window open, dropping soundlessly down onto the tiles and glancing around.
"Obito?"
His voice was quiet but carried in the equally still house and he followed the words down the hall in search of his wayward friend.