[ Before now, Kisame has had no way of knowing if the necklace he carries is really Itachi's. It could have been a mere fabrication created in Hell. His partner's bare throat confirms that his (foolish, sentimental, potentially dangerous) decision to treat the necklace as genuine wasn't wrong. That ought to be reassuring, yet it presents a new complication: now that he knows the necklace is Itachi's, how does he go about returning it? Should he roll up his arm warmer and hand it over, revealing that he has worn it all this time? Should he fabricate a lie and pretend to retrieve it from another room? But if he does that, how should he explain its presence when only the items on his person came with him from Hell?
Yet again, Kisame finds himself at a loss. And yet again, his distraction causes a slight delay in his response as his gaze lingers on Itachi's throat. It's not so blatant that a stranger would pick up on it. But between the two of them, it is a hesitation where there should be none; a stumbling block in what should be the natural flow of conversation. When did he allow himself to start caring this much? Why does it matter what Itachi might think of the necklace?
Some part of him whispers, "Itachi is dead." Another part counters, "But not here." ]
… A sapphire, [ he says, bringing his eyes back up to meet Itachi's. ] It's on my lower back, so it's a bit harder to see.
[ Kisame has craned his neck around to check in a mirror, of course, but that's hardly a convenient way to inspect it. ]
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Yet again, Kisame finds himself at a loss. And yet again, his distraction causes a slight delay in his response as his gaze lingers on Itachi's throat. It's not so blatant that a stranger would pick up on it. But between the two of them, it is a hesitation where there should be none; a stumbling block in what should be the natural flow of conversation. When did he allow himself to start caring this much? Why does it matter what Itachi might think of the necklace?
Some part of him whispers, "Itachi is dead." Another part counters, "But not here." ]
… A sapphire, [ he says, bringing his eyes back up to meet Itachi's. ] It's on my lower back, so it's a bit harder to see.
[ Kisame has craned his neck around to check in a mirror, of course, but that's hardly a convenient way to inspect it. ]