[It's hard for him to find the words to express his feelings. Naruto considers himself a poor talker- often letting his mouth run away with feelings and ideas instead of thinking his way through it first. He doesn't plan what to say, and reflection usually reserved for meditating on the people closest to him- not what was within his own heart.
Sasuke is looking at him.
They stand not quite on opposite ends of the hallway but as twin points all the same- fixed directions on a compass. His eyes are sore. He'd stayed with Bolin last night and between the staring and the murmuring and the crying he'd fallen asleep with a pounding headache. Naruto doesn't know how to process death on this scale- something so large it can't be put into perspective. Sasuke turns, and Naruto follows wordlessly.]
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Sasuke is looking at him.
They stand not quite on opposite ends of the hallway but as twin points all the same- fixed directions on a compass. His eyes are sore. He'd stayed with Bolin last night and between the staring and the murmuring and the crying he'd fallen asleep with a pounding headache. Naruto doesn't know how to process death on this scale- something so large it can't be put into perspective. Sasuke turns, and Naruto follows wordlessly.]