Biting down the thought that he hasn't had a home in nearly a decade, Sasuke finishes untying his boots so he won't track melted snow into the living room. Regardless of the truth of it, it would upset Warsman; Sasuke's already imposing by taking up his couch, and he doesn't want to repay Warsman's kindness by dropping reminders of his tragic past.
He pads on socks into the living room, letting the clinking of dishes take up his focus. It's familiar--he remembers doing it for himself, on particularly bad nights--but a little jarring, too, bringing up memories of his mother. It's been years since he had a home, and longer since anyone has made tea for him.
He pulls himself out of his own head when Warsman re-enters with the tea. The steam is fragrant; suddenly, Sasuke is aware of how cold his hands are. Make yourself at home-- he takes a seat on the edge of the couch, reaches forward and just holds the mug for a minute.
"I told you, you worry too much." He picks up the cup and puts it to his mouth, inhaling before taking a sip.
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He pads on socks into the living room, letting the clinking of dishes take up his focus. It's familiar--he remembers doing it for himself, on particularly bad nights--but a little jarring, too, bringing up memories of his mother. It's been years since he had a home, and longer since anyone has made tea for him.
He pulls himself out of his own head when Warsman re-enters with the tea. The steam is fragrant; suddenly, Sasuke is aware of how cold his hands are. Make yourself at home-- he takes a seat on the edge of the couch, reaches forward and just holds the mug for a minute.
"I told you, you worry too much." He picks up the cup and puts it to his mouth, inhaling before taking a sip.