"You can afford one," He allowed to slip out with nonchalance. Truly, nobody would miss one or the other strand from that mop.
The tea was ready, at least, already providing comfort in the form of hot porcelain for his fingers to curl around as he carried it over to the kitchen island and sat down on the opposite side.
And waited again.
Perhaps part of him was genuinely enjoying leaving it up to Naruto to get to the point, no matter how little progress there actually was. It would be another while until he'd extend a hand for the other, at the very least. Another part was simply taking in the sight of Naruto in his kitchen, all attention seemingly on the kitten. It felt too foreign.
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