[It's a loaded question. Naruto looks out at the crowd- looks at the people dancing, telling jokes, and reuniting with friends. Conversation bubbles around them and the topics range from confusion and outrage over the attack to commentary on the music and food. He never thought this would be the kind of event he'd turn up to, let alone so soon after their mission- but being here has also meant he's seen familiar faces. He's been able to spot people he'd crossed paths with inside the trains, putting a name to them at last and being able to confirm, with his own two eyes, that they're alright.
There's something in Bolin's eyes that Naruto feels in his gut. The sensation that they're celebrating when so many people had died. It's one thing to acknowledge that life goes on- but this is something else. This is turning an enormous loss into dinner conversation.
He reaches for the other's hand instead, clasping his fingers into the warmth of his palm. When he meets Bolin's gaze he doesn't do so flippantly. Beneath the absurdity of his offer, there's something there that doesn't shy away.]
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There's something in Bolin's eyes that Naruto feels in his gut. The sensation that they're celebrating when so many people had died. It's one thing to acknowledge that life goes on- but this is something else. This is turning an enormous loss into dinner conversation.
He reaches for the other's hand instead, clasping his fingers into the warmth of his palm. When he meets Bolin's gaze he doesn't do so flippantly. Beneath the absurdity of his offer, there's something there that doesn't shy away.]
Let's go dance.