[A lucky, convenient thing to be sure. His gaze is measured, attempting to dissect the truer meaning of his partner's words - a second-sense telling him that there is more unspoken in the context of that explanation. But he cannot demand it. After all, concealing secrets is the heart of how they've operated for several years. It offers safety, a professional distance.
Yet some fissures have still developed, and looking at Kisame now, the urgency to know his partner's inner world is almost overwhelming. Especially as he comes to realize where Kisame has kept the necklace since they were last together.
Itachi stares, openly, at the chain looped around the other man's wrist. Is it there for security, so that it may not fall off or get lost? Wouldn't a pocket or bag have served the purpose? Endless questions race through his head unanswered. Part of him wonders whether Kisame won't lie, if he asked more directly.
Tentative fingers extend, accepting the necklace, allowing it to loop over his knuckles. The metal is warm against his skin. What would happen if he refused and insisted Kisame keep it - would he dispose of it, seeing the item as useless? Itachi has no need to possess the necklace now, but the thought that his partner might simply toss it into the trash holds any desire to give it back. He slides it into a pocket.]
... Thank you. [A brief, uneasy silence falls. Then he moves forward, hunting the kitchen and extended area for something to write on. He finds a pen and pad of paper on the counter. With a quick scrawl, an address is jotted down.] This is where I am currently staying, should you need to find me. It is not too far from here.
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Yet some fissures have still developed, and looking at Kisame now, the urgency to know his partner's inner world is almost overwhelming. Especially as he comes to realize where Kisame has kept the necklace since they were last together.
Itachi stares, openly, at the chain looped around the other man's wrist. Is it there for security, so that it may not fall off or get lost? Wouldn't a pocket or bag have served the purpose? Endless questions race through his head unanswered. Part of him wonders whether Kisame won't lie, if he asked more directly.
Tentative fingers extend, accepting the necklace, allowing it to loop over his knuckles. The metal is warm against his skin. What would happen if he refused and insisted Kisame keep it - would he dispose of it, seeing the item as useless? Itachi has no need to possess the necklace now, but the thought that his partner might simply toss it into the trash holds any desire to give it back. He slides it into a pocket.]
... Thank you. [A brief, uneasy silence falls. Then he moves forward, hunting the kitchen and extended area for something to write on. He finds a pen and pad of paper on the counter. With a quick scrawl, an address is jotted down.] This is where I am currently staying, should you need to find me. It is not too far from here.