A traditionally inked, digitally colored comic page, rendered mostly in desaturated shades of purple.
Kakashi is lying in his hospital bed, head turned to the side, looking in Tenzō's direction through an exhausted eye. "I'm sorry," he says.
Tenzō turns slightly towards him, and takes a long, thoughtful pause before replying "I don't know why you're apologizing."
"Did you at least go back to the barracks to rest?" Kakashi asks.
Again, Tenzō takes a long time to respond. When he finally says "Yes." The word is uncommonly small inside his blocky speech balloon. The view of the comic is raising to the higher parts of the room, showing only the top of Tenzō's head, and the cellar-style windows. At the window above Kakashi's bed, there's something small and green in the corner.
"Liar." Kakashi accuses.
"I did go back!" Tenzō says. "Just...briefly."
The cellar-style window above Kakashi's bed is in full view now, and its clear that the green is fabric, which ends over tan skin.
The final panel is bright and warm, afternoon sun casting shadows that reflect the blue of the sky in an somewhat unkempt alley. Crouched on weedy cobblestones in the shadow of a dumpster, and above a small pit in the wall is Might Gai. His lips are pursed and his brow is troubled as he listens to Kakashi end the conversation.
"Go home and get some sleep, Tenzō. The Hokage is bound to put us on rumor duty anyway," Kakashi says in more confident, if still wavering speech balloons that drift out of that small pit in the wall, where the cellar window must lead.
UGH. How he can’t even look it in the eye he has to look away from this thing he wants this real thing that does and will exist for him this thing he has tried so hard to pushed it away and willed it to not exist it still does for both of them. It fuckinf exists. CRAZY.
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