"If you would like some tea, please feel free to make yourself some. I doubt Mikoto would begrudge you the use of her kitchen, but please don't make any on my account." Fugaku paused a looked at the precise arrangement of everything in his office. It was a very sterile room, very business like, and he could almost see Itachi kneeling where Iruka now sat, perfectly formal and stern. Fugaku considered that image. The implications.
He would rather some things changed.
"Let us go to the kitchen, and I will make you some tea." They weren't family, really, Itachi hadn't married Iruka, but Iruka had been a part of Itachi's life for years now. "And we can talk."
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"If you would like some tea, please feel free to make yourself some. I doubt Mikoto would begrudge you the use of her kitchen, but please don't make any on my account." Fugaku paused a looked at the precise arrangement of everything in his office. It was a very sterile room, very business like, and he could almost see Itachi kneeling where Iruka now sat, perfectly formal and stern. Fugaku considered that image. The implications.
He would rather some things changed.
"Let us go to the kitchen, and I will make you some tea." They weren't family, really, Itachi hadn't married Iruka, but Iruka had been a part of Itachi's life for years now. "And we can talk."