[Itachi's gaze on the book prompts some weird childish instinct to turn and stash it into the rest of his meagre belongings, as if the damn journal is a toy he's not meant to be playing with.
Sasuke forces himself to focus on keeping his hands still instead of trembling with the cold, turning back to Itachi with as neutral an expression as he can manage.]
What did you want me for? Is there something you need?
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Sasuke forces himself to focus on keeping his hands still instead of trembling with the cold, turning back to Itachi with as neutral an expression as he can manage.]
What did you want me for? Is there something you need?