[Kakashi. Always a pain in the ass. Always. Sasuke doesn't think he's ever known the man to be anything else. Doubts he could be anything else if he tried. (But then, what does that say about him being one of the few people Sasuke ever opened up to? One of the first he was willing to here? Who knows.)]
[He opens his mouth to chide Kakashi for the bullshit of his non-answer when Kakashi's stride wavers, and Sasuke nearly crashes into him. He has a little more grace than that, though, and checks himself, the note of his voice changing from exasperation to confusion -]
What are -
[When Kakashi turns his head to glance, and there's a look in his eye that shudders something deep to Sasuke's core. This time, he's the one that wavers, only a few steps behind the other. (Standing in the same spot Kakashi passed through just a moment before, under deep green leaves and plump white berries.)]
[For a moment, he's pinned by the way Kakashi stares. Until he realizes that Kakashi's eyes are moving down away from his, and he finds himself hyperaware that his sensei is giving him a once-over. Pins and needles race suddenly up his arms from the elbow, goosebumps trailing all the way up his shoulders and the back of his neck, the edge of his scalp. He's suddenly very aware of himself, in his own skin, and finds himself wondering what exactly Kakashi is looking at. Staring at. Examining.]
[He's half sure Kakashi's gaze lingers on his lips, and before he can process that consciously those lips have parted just enough to pull in a heavy breath.]
[He didn't realize he was still moving, slowly, keeping step with his sensei, until Kakashi stops, and Sasuke's steps fall still automatically. He's suddenly very aware that he's barefoot and wearing the closest thing he owns to pajamas. But he doesn't move. Doesn't speak. His eyes are still on Kakashi's eyes, watching the other watch him. He's not sure where or how to move. If he should move.]
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[He opens his mouth to chide Kakashi for the bullshit of his non-answer when Kakashi's stride wavers, and Sasuke nearly crashes into him. He has a little more grace than that, though, and checks himself, the note of his voice changing from exasperation to confusion -]
What are -
[When Kakashi turns his head to glance, and there's a look in his eye that shudders something deep to Sasuke's core. This time, he's the one that wavers, only a few steps behind the other. (Standing in the same spot Kakashi passed through just a moment before, under deep green leaves and plump white berries.)]
[For a moment, he's pinned by the way Kakashi stares. Until he realizes that Kakashi's eyes are moving down away from his, and he finds himself hyperaware that his sensei is giving him a once-over. Pins and needles race suddenly up his arms from the elbow, goosebumps trailing all the way up his shoulders and the back of his neck, the edge of his scalp. He's suddenly very aware of himself, in his own skin, and finds himself wondering what exactly Kakashi is looking at. Staring at. Examining.]
[He's half sure Kakashi's gaze lingers on his lips, and before he can process that consciously those lips have parted just enough to pull in a heavy breath.]
[He didn't realize he was still moving, slowly, keeping step with his sensei, until Kakashi stops, and Sasuke's steps fall still automatically. He's suddenly very aware that he's barefoot and wearing the closest thing he owns to pajamas. But he doesn't move. Doesn't speak. His eyes are still on Kakashi's eyes, watching the other watch him. He's not sure where or how to move. If he should move.]
[So he waits for Kakashi to move first.]