[The touch is soothing, and once they're wrapped in that familiar tangle of limbs on the bed, the last of the adrenaline drains out of him — he feels safe, tucked into Cy's arms like this. Enough that his thoughts wander with his voice.]

Perhaps. I never thought of it that way... how ordinary people might perceive the shinobi around them. Most of my experiences with being known came from the infamy of my clan, even more when it was gone.

[He looks for Cy's face, Cy's dark eyes, damp hair pushed back to reveal his own in their mismatched color.]

Those years were peaceful. But they were bought by my brother's life, so even now it's difficult to feel grateful for them.