There was a fine line between embarrassment and shame--Frau's initial suggestion began to push it closer to that line, and Lab and Teito's agreement sent it all the way over. It tugged at him, cold and mocking; this was a fucking disaster.

He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, pressing until sparks began to bloom behind his eyelids. "We don't have anything like that. Haven't really talked about day-to-day stuff."

Emotions and scarring and the meaning of bonds, loneliness and each of their histories, they'd spoken of extensively--but Sasuke didn't know what his favorite color was, or what kind of music he liked, or whether he had any hobbies.