Iruka had been busy, and this afternoon in particular had been... rough, though it had been a relief to have a better idea of what Itachi was up to. Sure, he was still gone for days or weeks at a time, as was typical with shinobi, but he didn't have to take random guesses at when he was home either. Still, he had to wonder if this would be counterproductive to the whole getting Itachi to talk to his family more concept.

He hadn't really had time to worry about that, and was still settling into the slightly cuddlier concept of Itachi, something that he could use at the moment. He peered at his bed as a sweep of the apartment located Itachi, and he leaned in the doorway, examining the way the man was curled up asleep. It really wasn't big enough for two, the whole apartment wasn't, really, but it would do for the time being.

He decided to go over and sit by Itachi, trying hard not to jostle him enough to wake him, and walking heavily enough he didn't set off any mental alarms by 'sneaking'.