He is not himself tonight, more sullen and depressive. His arms bear scratches and cuts, how they got there he would never say. Some secrets were best left unspoken. Dark eyes remain void of emotions, bloodshot and puffy from having obviously been crying, in solitude again. Self loathing consumes him, and all he can do is sit motionless, propped up against the wall. The only words he can utter are, " Nii-san..."
Not exactly something he desires to come home to, but rather...unavoidable. All he can really do is gently kneel infront of Sasuke, offering himself. To speak to, to yell at, to seek comfort. "Sasuke..." he mutters in return, not really masking the concern in his voice.











