The smile was met with a tired look; emotions torn between accepting and fleeing, even now. A part of Yamato still smarted at having Obito witness his loss of control, at having been the one to prompt it, but rest had been scarce and he was so tired of fighting off sleep..

The lure of the couch finally won out though and he sank gratefully into the soft surface, knee pulled up to wrap his arm around in a loose hold. He gestured to the file with his chin, drawing the attention away from himself in a bid for normalcy.

"Anything I should know about?"