I was starting to worry. As light as the words are, Sasuke can still hear that worry in them--the relief.
Because of him. Because he's safe.
He doesn't know what to do with that--no matter how many times he does it, Warsman's expressions of concern, of actually giving a shit one way or another about Sasuke's well-being--it puts him in mind of his old team in Konoha, and of his brother. It's a concept he's never processed well; the idea that it matters to someone else whether he lives or dies.
With Team Seven, he simply refused to accept it--pushed it from the equation and hardened himself to it. With Itachi...he still hasn't figured out where to put it. Warsman is much the same. Confusing, and different and somehow Sasuke wants to be around it, wants to hear it again--I care about you. I worried about you.
The fact that he wants it makes his throat tighten up with the first stirrings of panic, so he shoves those thoughts down, kicks the snow off his boots and makes his way inside--"before you catch your death", Warsman says, and the thoughts rumble again like a nest of wasps exposed to smoke.
Sasuke grits his teeth, looking over one shoulder and around the sparse apartment. Cramped, as Warsman had said, but not as cramped as he'd made it out to be--then again, Sasuke doesn't take up much space by himself.
"I'm a ninja, I'm not going to die because of a little bad weather," he mutters, and his hands go in his pockets to keep from clenching into fists.
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Because of him. Because he's safe.
He doesn't know what to do with that--no matter how many times he does it, Warsman's expressions of concern, of actually giving a shit one way or another about Sasuke's well-being--it puts him in mind of his old team in Konoha, and of his brother. It's a concept he's never processed well; the idea that it matters to someone else whether he lives or dies.
With Team Seven, he simply refused to accept it--pushed it from the equation and hardened himself to it. With Itachi...he still hasn't figured out where to put it. Warsman is much the same. Confusing, and different and somehow Sasuke wants to be around it, wants to hear it again--I care about you. I worried about you.
The fact that he wants it makes his throat tighten up with the first stirrings of panic, so he shoves those thoughts down, kicks the snow off his boots and makes his way inside--"before you catch your death", Warsman says, and the thoughts rumble again like a nest of wasps exposed to smoke.
Sasuke grits his teeth, looking over one shoulder and around the sparse apartment. Cramped, as Warsman had said, but not as cramped as he'd made it out to be--then again, Sasuke doesn't take up much space by himself.
"I'm a ninja, I'm not going to die because of a little bad weather," he mutters, and his hands go in his pockets to keep from clenching into fists.