[Closed] You see I struggle to sleep at night, but it's fine..

[mokutonno]

Who: Yamato, Kakashi (Obito and Neji)

When: February 1st onwards.

Where: Konohagakure (Yamato’s apartment and various)

What: The incident in Kiri involving the Hoshigaki holdings, stirs up old memories, worse dreams and Yamato struggles to cope.

 

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[scarecrowboy]

The weight of Yamato fitting against his side once more was more comforting than anything Kakashi could think to name, and he reverted back to resting his head atop the brunette one on his shoulder, a slow breath leaving his lungs to be replaced with a wash of relief. Talking about his problems was proving itself more and more as a good thing, and Kakashi almost caught himself wondering why he didn't do it more often - before he realised what a silly question that would be.

Not even the mention of food could bring Kakashi out of his comfortable reverie.

"Hm, food? No, not me.." he muttered, wrapping his other arm around Yamato in a strange half-hug, soaking up the contact like he was starved of it.

[mokutonno]

Yamato chuckled at the denial and turned into the awkward embrace, nudging Kakashi to shift against the arm of the sofa instead and make the position a little less uncomfortable for them both. He ended up sandwiched between the jounin's side and the back of the couch and couldn't find a single complaint, even going so far as to share his blanket.

The affection was soothing; the fact that they were sober and still able to seek this kind of contact, something of a mile stone for them both and Yamato was keen to make the most of it just as much as Kakashi.

Head pillowed above the older mans heart and free hand splayed against the prominent bones of his collar, Yamato made a pleased noise and relaxed into the sofa and Kakashi's steady warmth.

"..You'll just have to help me make something later then."

It was said with a smirk, mumbled into the soft fabric of Kakashi's sweater.

[scarecrowboy]

"No problem," Kakashi murmured quietly as he tucked the blanket around them both, his legs shifting up to fold against Yamato as his body turned to accommodate the other man. This comfortable contact was what he'd craved subliminally enough to stay in Yamato's apartment waiting for his return after the events of his day, and he was relieved to finally have it.

Kakashi was very aware of Yamato's use of the word 'later' and smiled to himself as he pressed the younger man a touch closer, loathe to move. He willingly supported Yamato's weight and the weight of his nightmarish experiences. He knew peace wouldn't be as easy as a few understanding words and a little physical comfort, but it was a start.