[ He can see it and hear it, the moment their careful movements stop and the resounding thump of the wall opening fully. Their bodies intertwine exactly the way the mural had depicted, but what reaches a fist into Sasuke's chest and squeezes is the unbearably gentle way Naruto lets Sakura go again. Something about it telegraphs that he hasn't really let her go, that even without their hands or bodies touching Naruto still has a hold on her, somehow.
Sasuke knows what that feeling is like. Naruto has a talent for taking the most raw parts of a person and keeping them safe.
Realizing the intensity of his own attention, Sasuke refocuses on Naruto's eyes when they find him. His friend can't know what he finds in Sasuke's expression because Sasuke himself doesn't quite understand it. The depth of his feeling for Naruto is indescribable, but his bond with Sakura is also one that transcends any kind of sense. For all the fury Sasuke is capable of housing inside him, there's no flicker of it in the wake of what he just witnessed. He thinks they probably expect him to be upset about this whole situation, but he isn't; what he feels is an ache of longing, one he doesn't know the origin to in the moment. ]
Let's go.
[ He says into the stretch of silence, and even though he swallowed before speaking his voice is heavy and rough. ]
haha... ha
Sasuke knows what that feeling is like.
Naruto has a talent for taking the most raw parts of a person and keeping them safe.
Realizing the intensity of his own attention, Sasuke refocuses on Naruto's eyes when they find him. His friend can't know what he finds in Sasuke's expression because Sasuke himself doesn't quite understand it. The depth of his feeling for Naruto is indescribable, but his bond with Sakura is also one that transcends any kind of sense. For all the fury Sasuke is capable of housing inside him, there's no flicker of it in the wake of what he just witnessed. He thinks they probably expect him to be upset about this whole situation, but he isn't; what he feels is an ache of longing, one he doesn't know the origin to in the moment. ]
Let's go.
[ He says into the stretch of silence, and even though he swallowed before speaking his voice is heavy and rough. ]