Scenario 2. The one where Neji kills something, and Hinata picks up the pieces.
She slid into his bed the evening after, memories of how he had once held her in the aftermath of a mission gone terribly wrong circling through her mind until even propriety and embarrassment could not stop her from coming. And in the dark, Neji was not protector or brother or guardian or lover-- he was simply a long line of inky, dark hair and shaky, scattered limbs that seemed to have almost no connection to the man that had so confidently set out to another S rank mission three days before this eve.
"It's okay," she began, tentatively, hovering around his huddled form, not quite daring to reach out and touch him. "It's-- no matter what, I'm here for you. I know that you didn't-- that you couldn't have possibly-- that nobody could have known--"
And when he buried himself in her hair and her hands afterwards, she knew enough to let the rest of the night pass in silence, comfort, peace.