[Heard. He can correctly infer that this means Kisame hasn't yet experienced the emotional link of Synchrony. No large shock, as he imagines he would be in quite the same situation as his partner without the past history of the Bond in Aefenglom—firsthand exposure to the discomfort of vulnerability, the linking between two people bared to their most honest bone. In fact, he is certain the Bond is the real reason that he and Stiles have come to where they are now, messily intertwined.
What will it be like for Kisame? How will it feel for his partner, previously as closed off and emotionally withdrawn as he once vowed to remain forever? An impulse tugs at Itachi, the desire to offer Syncing; it's a practical need, after all, and one Kisame will need to learn for the sake of survival. Yet he is also self-aware enough to comprehend his own selfishness, having leaned on tactics such as the Bond and Synchrony to read emotional states, using that form of connection as a means of communication that supersedes the necessity of actual words. A useful tool. It was much easier to know what Stiles was thinking and feeling when they were Bonded than it is now, unless they are Synced.
What will Kisame be feeling? Could he access that side of him, for the first time in their years-long partnership?
The possibility is sidelined immediately by what is said next. Itachi blinks, expression almost owlish in its confusion, head turning to stare hard at the other man.]
… Yes, I am. [He'd assumed the necklace was lost somewhere in the leaps between dimensions. The piece of jewelry isn't necessarily a sentimental or meaningful item, except perhaps the fact that it is one of the few things he's ever purchased for himself on a whim with no practical reason to possess it. He had simply liked it.] You have it?
[More significantly, Kisame kept it. The admission is vaguely paralyzing. It may be too much to believe that he thought they would cross paths again, so he could return the necklace to him, when there's truly no promise it would ever happen, particularly knowing his own fate. An unusual self-consciousness touches Itachi; his eyes lower to his own feet, and he's silent for a long moment. Should he ask where Kisame found it? What would he say?]
I assumed it was gone. [A dark gaze lifts, but slowly.] Where is it?
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What will it be like for Kisame? How will it feel for his partner, previously as closed off and emotionally withdrawn as he once vowed to remain forever? An impulse tugs at Itachi, the desire to offer Syncing; it's a practical need, after all, and one Kisame will need to learn for the sake of survival. Yet he is also self-aware enough to comprehend his own selfishness, having leaned on tactics such as the Bond and Synchrony to read emotional states, using that form of connection as a means of communication that supersedes the necessity of actual words. A useful tool. It was much easier to know what Stiles was thinking and feeling when they were Bonded than it is now, unless they are Synced.
What will Kisame be feeling? Could he access that side of him, for the first time in their years-long partnership?
The possibility is sidelined immediately by what is said next. Itachi blinks, expression almost owlish in its confusion, head turning to stare hard at the other man.]
… Yes, I am. [He'd assumed the necklace was lost somewhere in the leaps between dimensions. The piece of jewelry isn't necessarily a sentimental or meaningful item, except perhaps the fact that it is one of the few things he's ever purchased for himself on a whim with no practical reason to possess it. He had simply liked it.] You have it?
[More significantly, Kisame kept it. The admission is vaguely paralyzing. It may be too much to believe that he thought they would cross paths again, so he could return the necklace to him, when there's truly no promise it would ever happen, particularly knowing his own fate. An unusual self-consciousness touches Itachi; his eyes lower to his own feet, and he's silent for a long moment. Should he ask where Kisame found it? What would he say?]
I assumed it was gone. [A dark gaze lifts, but slowly.] Where is it?