Anything would have been better than staring, gaping like a fish. There had to be something he could say to try and shift the conversation or cover it up. But he couldn't nudge the lodge in his throat that kept him from denying her claims, his eyes trained on her as she continued to speak. Of course he wanted to yell that it was none of her business. That she had no business being angry.
This was simply too difficult to do when that pain was brought to Naruto's attention, all defenses lowering just as quickly as they had come up. Was there really no simple way out of this? No, life wasn't that fair. He took a deep breath and lowered the towel, fiddling with it before setting it aside altogether. "What is it y'want me to say, Sakura? It's not like you got any business it. I don't have much say in what y'did with your life. It goes both ways."
Bitter truth. He didn't want to linger on it so he pushed on. "Neji told you, right? That we were drunk. Ten months ago?" And for a moment he actually thought the situation was horrible enough to laugh, just under his breath. He scrubbed at his cheek with his hand, "He counted the months. I can't believe the bastard has been keeping track."
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