Dark eyes fell heavy on Naruto, a tell-tale splash of color in the dinge of the restaurant. Naruto has always been the brightest in the room, regardless of the difference in their power, or that Sasuke had always been top of the class while Naruto used to flounder near the bottom. There were subtle differences, now, Sasuke noticed outside of the general consensus that he was the same. Height aside, there was something quieter in Naruto, now. It was what had him sitting over the bowl of god-only-knew-what and not touching it once.

Not for the first time, Sasuke wondered about the other shinobi. What he thought. What changed, with everything that was the same.

The missing nin stepped forward, crossed the room in a few strides, and without introducing his presence- mutely slid into the chair opposite Naruto.