[Closed log; feb 24, early evening]

[thatkindofscum]

Characters: Closed to Obito and Kakashi (maybe Gai and Sai at a later time idk)
Location: Obito's room, the condo
Rating: PG-13 (for talk of death and possibly language)
Time: Feb 24, early evening
Description: Obito has been hit with a double-whammy; Itachi has left, and Gai let him know the truth about the Uchiha Clan. Kakashi attempts to pick up the pieces a little.

Since his outburst against Gai the night before, Obito had refused to leave his room. He hardly left his bed except to put some seed out for the bird he had inherited and to throw his jacket into his closet. He couldn't look at that symbol right now. That fan had lost its purpose. His family was gone. The Uchiha Clan had been slaughtered. Blood spilled and drained dry by one of its own.

And Obito knew it was true, despite his previous denials.

Homesick, heartsick, and sick to his stomach, Obito could barely find it in himself to even get up and get a drink of water. He had called in to work sick, though mourning would probably have been more accurate. He could hardly tell the difference.

He lay on his side, dressed in a plain T-shirt and sleep shorts, his goggles discarded upon his nightstand. Under them lay a small photograph, wrinkled and faded with time, but obviously cherished. While the tears had run dry hours ago, Obito stared ahead of him, glaze-eyed, at the wall. He didn't have the will to do anything more.

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[grab_my_bells]

Kakashi had known that the truth wouldn't sit well with Obito, so when Gai told him about the discussion they had and Obito's outbursts, Kakashi had not been surprised. He spent the evening and a restless night unsure how to face Obito with that information now between them, lingered around the apartment all day wondering what to say to the kid, and finally, unable to face himself anymore without trying to talk to Obito, he knocked on his teammate's door.

"Obito," he said before opening the door and stepping in. Kakashi carried a tray of food--a small sandwich, a glass of water, some grapes...just enough of something in case Obito hadn't eaten much all day. He balanced the tray and closed the door behind him, then moved closer to set the tray on the nightstand beside Obito's bed, but stopped when he saw the way the goggles were positioned over the photo. Those weren't his to move. "I brought you something to eat."

I'm sorry I wasn't the one to tell you. He looked down at his hands on the tray and at the bracelet--a token of friendship Obito had bought him, friendship Kakashi felt he was still earning from his young teammate--and then glanced up at Obito laying on the bed. "...Do you want to talk?"

[thatkindofscum]

Obito stiffened the moment he heard his name being called, but he relaxed quickly. Kakashi may have known about every that went down with his family, but he hadn't shown any disgust for Obito. Yet. Maybe he wanted to but had felt bad since Obito had died so long ago.

"Mn. Thanks." Obito didn't know if he could eat yet. He probably should, but he wouldn't enjoy it.

It would probably be better to eat than worry others. If he was still worth worrying about. Obito sighed and pushed himself up into a sitting position, moving so his back was against the headboard. He didn't look up at Kakashi's face, keeping his eyes low on his comforter.

"What's there to talk about?" He shook his head, glancing to the nightstand at his goggles. "About my family? My 'friends' here? Everyone probably hates me."