[There’s a soft exhale, from both this touch and from those words, as Naruto speaks what he only has ever thought in his head. He can hear each word drenched with understanding, an echo of Naruto’s own thoughts. Yes. They understand this. Just another pain that strengthens this bond. Things he’s sure neither of them have ever discussed with others. What would they say? Could they even possibly understand?] Human. [He adds softly, because he had honestly wondered. There was a demon inside of him, but it was him the villagers hated, it was him those children called a monster and ran from. And he couldn’t even bleed to confirm it, that he was still the same on the inside as they were.
But he shakes his head all the same, words unspoken, he can still hear it, knows. Because he feels it too, he feels sorry for the child version of himself, for Naruto-more so now that he’s had a conversation with Kushina, knows what happened in those first moments of Naruto’s life, and if there isn’t something shared there too. And for the others. Its why they can’t let it happen again. Nobody should have to share these feelings. And that’s the best way to handle this pain they can feel for eachother, isn’t it? To make sure no one else ever has to feel it.
And if they’re screwed up, they’re allowed that too, at least a little bit, right? They’ve adjusted, they’ve forgiven. They’re not alone anymore. These moments of self-indulgence…moments he had never allowed himself back home because his tasks were never done, because his goal hadn’t been achieved yet…they’re okay. Its why he nods at Naruto’s offer, why he’s eager to accept it.
And its with an amused green gaze that he greets that gratitude.] That would be calling the kettle black, hm? [A joke, possibly, a small one. He’s capable of those now and then, even if the full smile hasn’t come to him yet, if laughter still escapes him. Baby steps.] As soon as you would like to.
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But he shakes his head all the same, words unspoken, he can still hear it, knows. Because he feels it too, he feels sorry for the child version of himself, for Naruto-more so now that he’s had a conversation with Kushina, knows what happened in those first moments of Naruto’s life, and if there isn’t something shared there too. And for the others. Its why they can’t let it happen again. Nobody should have to share these feelings. And that’s the best way to handle this pain they can feel for eachother, isn’t it? To make sure no one else ever has to feel it.
And if they’re screwed up, they’re allowed that too, at least a little bit, right? They’ve adjusted, they’ve forgiven. They’re not alone anymore. These moments of self-indulgence…moments he had never allowed himself back home because his tasks were never done, because his goal hadn’t been achieved yet…they’re okay. Its why he nods at Naruto’s offer, why he’s eager to accept it.
And its with an amused green gaze that he greets that gratitude.] That would be calling the kettle black, hm? [A joke, possibly, a small one. He’s capable of those now and then, even if the full smile hasn’t come to him yet, if laughter still escapes him. Baby steps.] As soon as you would like to.