[The thing about growing up beside Sasuke is that somewhere along the line, they found their own way to talk to one another. Conversations take place in silences and glances, the way someone's gaze moves or the way their hands rest just as much as they're made up of words. With his back to Sasuke he knows what he's supposed to be doing. He knows they're here to sit in the baths and he knows that Sasuke knows he never soaks for very long and they are both acutely aware that this is an act of comfort- maybe for them both.
Naruto doesn't know loss the way Sasuke does. He didn't learn it the same way and he hasn't grown up internalizing what it means walk away from a tragedy of that scale and have to live with it.
Sasuke is trying to help. Naruto doesn't turn around. His hands are still at his sides and he stays that way for another long moment- face hidden from view. Somewhere a fountain is running.]
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Naruto doesn't know loss the way Sasuke does. He didn't learn it the same way and he hasn't grown up internalizing what it means walk away from a tragedy of that scale and have to live with it.
Sasuke is trying to help. Naruto doesn't turn around. His hands are still at his sides and he stays that way for another long moment- face hidden from view. Somewhere a fountain is running.]