[Once Cy is closer, on the bed with him and over his lap, Sasuke — buckles forward. The kiss to his forehead allows the sentiment to expose itself to the nerve. He presses his face against the man's chest, inhaling that familiar scent. Calmed by it.]

No. [To the question; his voice is not completely steady.] Six months isn't a long time, but... a lot has happened. I met you.

[He doesn't curb the impulse to wrap his arm around Cy's waist, bolstered by physical contact between them.]

How do I make up for it? Everything I've done. That was my goal when I left my village the second time — after they released me. I wanted to atone.