๏ผ it was uncanny, when he was young, how often shisui had a sense of him. he had always known as if by some extant sense when a mission had gone poorly. perhaps it was his own skill as a sensory ninja, or perhaps he had heard things as a matter of rank.
whatever the reason — after tenma's death, he had been there. itachi had made it all the way back to the village without wiping away his friend's blood, and shisui had been the one to catch him a half-step inside the uchiha compound and whisk him away to clean him up. while he did it, he'd talked about — nothing in particular. the weather that day. a funny cloud he'd seen. itachi had tuned in and out of the conversation without commenting at all.
and shisui had — understood. he had neither needed nor asked for a reply. at the time, itachi had not thought to consider the likelihood that shisui had no one to support him in that same way when he had woken the sharingan. now, it's nearly all he can think about.
(he should have been a better friend. he should have — )
these are dissimilar situations, circumstances. but it evokes the memory all the same, and itachi finds himself talking while he works, lathering up the shampoo and speaking in a low, measured voice about the mission. the cubits he's taken in so far. their individual personalities and names. where they came from, and how their recovery is going.
and by the time he's done, and is wringing out the last vestiges of conditioner from the man's hair — ๏ผ
If you're hungry, I can have a clone make you something simple to eat. Otherwise, I would recommend sleeping.
[It's a strange thing to be the silent one as Itachi talks, but he's content to listen without adding much, taking the time to revel in the soothing quality of Itachi's voice. By the time they're finishing up, Wei Wuxian feels half asleep standing up, and he shakes his head, turning down the option of a meal he knows he wouldn't be able to stay awake for.]
Let's go to bed. [He hopes Itachi will join him. Either way, he's fairly sure he'll be unconscious the moment his head hits the pillow and it's such a rare occurrence for him, he wants to indulge.]
๏ผ he does summon a clone — but rather than dispatch it to the kitchen, he simply uses it to go ensure the bed is tidied up from their earlier ministrations as he hands wei ying a towel. himself — he towels off with brisk efficiency, and leaves it wrapped low on his hips.
from there, it is a simple matter to usher his companion off to the neatly made bed.
he will remain with wei ying until the morning — but he already suspects sleep will elude him.
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whatever the reason — after tenma's death, he had been there. itachi had made it all the way back to the village without wiping away his friend's blood, and shisui had been the one to catch him a half-step inside the uchiha compound and whisk him away to clean him up. while he did it, he'd talked about — nothing in particular. the weather that day. a funny cloud he'd seen. itachi had tuned in and out of the conversation without commenting at all.
and shisui had — understood. he had neither needed nor asked for a reply. at the time, itachi had not thought to consider the likelihood that shisui had no one to support him in that same way when he had woken the sharingan. now, it's nearly all he can think about.
(he should have been a better friend. he should have — )
these are dissimilar situations, circumstances. but it evokes the memory all the same, and itachi finds himself talking while he works, lathering up the shampoo and speaking in a low, measured voice about the mission. the cubits he's taken in so far. their individual personalities and names. where they came from, and how their recovery is going.
and by the time he's done, and is wringing out the last vestiges of conditioner from the man's hair — ๏ผ
If you're hungry, I can have a clone make you something simple to eat. Otherwise, I would recommend sleeping.
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Let's go to bed. [He hopes Itachi will join him. Either way, he's fairly sure he'll be unconscious the moment his head hits the pillow and it's such a rare occurrence for him, he wants to indulge.]
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from there, it is a simple matter to usher his companion off to the neatly made bed.
he will remain with wei ying until the morning — but he already suspects sleep will elude him.
there is much to think about. ๏ผ