Sasuke had always been perceptive to a fault, but in the state he was in now Kakashi knew it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that he might have been suffering from a little worse than a few scratches and some embarrassing chakra drain.

His not-student didn't seem to be afflicted with the same delicateness that his previous visitors had shown him, so perhaps Sasuke could be one of the only people he could confess to in order to get a reasonable reaction. The matter at hand was a serious and devastating one, that much was true, but Sasuke was a little less likely to get angry at him or.. cry. His eye flicked up again, and when it caught sight of that raised eyebrow.. he almost chuckled. At the very least he knew that he wouldn't hear the end of it if he continued to evade. Sasuke could be very stubborn when he wanted to be.

With a sigh as if to say "Well, you got me!" he pushed his own breakfast tray aside and straightend the bedsheets around his legs as he made a move to cross them.

"I'm not going to shout it across the room.." he muttered as he went back to thumbing through his book.