What else was there to say? As he got up from the armchair he took the light with him, the late night dinners where they burned the salmon and forgot about salad altogether, the shifting autumn days with his ninken out in the forest, more playing than training. The day where they'd wound up fishing Pakkun out of a muddy creek, barely containing their laughter. An endless row of days. Drab. Immaculate.
Naruto stood up, leaving on his own two legs.
Stop, Kakashi thought.
Naruto had used to put his arms around his shoulders, dipping his nose in Kakashi's cheek, "Tell me you love me."