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She's putting away a small bottle of antacid when she opens the medication cabinet and sees his bottles of pills, all lined up neatly in a row.
Antidepressant. Migraine prophylaxis. Pain pill. Anxiolytic. Rin knows he's been taking medication. Like with everything else, she knows because she had been following him. But the details of her past life are fuzzy and she doesn't quite remember the events surrounding it.
"Oh," Obito says, and Rin turns around. "Rin-"
"Oh, sorry." Rin quickly shuts the medicine cabinet. "I didn't mean to snoop, I was just putting away some medication."
"No, it's fine," Obito says. "I thought you knew everything about me, anyway." He walks over to her, then picks up a bottle, studying the label. "It took a long time to get the right combination. They don't do much for the guilt and shame and constant regret, but they do take the edge off the existential dread."
Rin watches as he sets the bottle back in the cabinet. "What made you decide to get help?" she asks.
"Kakashi." Obito closes the cabinet door. "After I was resurrected, people were kind to me and Sensei forgave me. I couldn't handle it." Obito taps his hand on the sink, remembering. "Kakashi kept worrying I was going to kill myself. Looking back he was probably right."
Rin remembers. In the days following the war, he spent his nights alone weeping. Quietly Rin rubs his back, then wraps her arms around him.