~ Take me

Chapter 3 – 'Myopia'

So I bare my skin and I count my sins, and I close my eyes and I take it in

I'm bleeding out, I'm bleeding out for you. For you.

As if to add insult to injury, the day after the training disaster a messenger slug comes from Tsunade. The intel that led them to Mist in pursuit of their targets is old or compromised, because the Hokage is informing them now that that they will not be coming across the criminals, who are in fact currently in Wind Country and under Gaara's jurisdiction. It has all been for naught. Tsunade is probably back in Konoha smirking to herself at how nice she has been to essentially give Team Seven a holiday, never guessing the tense, loaded silence that has hung over the little inn for the past couple of days instead. Last night everyone shut his or her door before going to sleep. Even for someone as comfortable and easygoing as Naruto, some emotions must only be let out in private.

Mission aborted. Efforts at relationships aborted, Sakura thinks to herself when she takes full stock of what she has gotten out of these past couple of weeks.

She's on watch, as she contemplates this. The day's journey has left them in an awkward patch too far outside of one village but not close enough to the next, so tonight the four of them sleep outside in tents. Three of them arranged in a circle around the campfire with the fallen log she sits on making the fourth point of the compass, so she can see each of them without turning her gaze, can imagine her boys sleeping below the stretches of dark blue nylon if she likes. Despite being only a few feet from them, she feels very alone out here in the forest. The chill of the wind whipping around her shoulders, trying to force the blanket off of her back reminds her of the frost between them.

Sakura may have had her fight with Sasuke, but Naruto and Kakashi seem to be taking things personally as well. Though they missed the dialogue between the two the other men have been uncharacteristically aloof, and Sakura's at something of a loss about it all. No matter how misunderstood by them she has felt in the past, she always at least felt backed up and cared for - this coldness worries her. She doesn't think she can take it if the two men she has left turn into Sasukes, frosty and terse and dismissive. She pokes a branch from her log into the fire, trying to stir up some embers and alleviate the chill.

"Hey. Sakura-chan, we gotta talk."

She jerks violently underneath her blanket; her preoccupation with the fire has let Naruto's footsteps go unnoticed. Sakura flushes at being caught unawares while on guard duty, quickly abandons the offending branch and lets the flames lick it into smoke and nothingness.

"Sure, what's up?"

The light of the campfire plays strange shadows across Naruto's face, makes any emotions on it distorted and unreadable to her, so Sakura has no idea what's on his mind. He twists the fingers of one hand between those of the other as if he is struggling for the words he wants to say. Sakura arches a pale eyebrow. It's not like Naruto to be unsure or uncomfortable. Blurting out his uncensored opinions seems to just work for him.

"It's about training the other day," he speaks slowly, as if more willing to just let the words die and not have to say what he wants to.

"Oh." Sakura reaches over to pat his hand, immediately trying to smooth things over, put him at ease. They used to be the ones to make her sugary promises that everything would be alright, so willing to protect her from whatever unpleasant reality they felt she couldn't or shouldn't have to face. Those days were a long time ago though; they may not notice it because she can be subtle, but Sakura is constantly soothing, mending, shielding for them nowadays.

"Naruto, Sasuke and I are okay, really. I just got a little too into the fight when I slapped him, but he's okay." The past couple of days had featured an even stiffer than usual Sasuke, brooding with a shadow of a bruise darkening the skin beneath one eye. The physical reminder of their tension probably hadn't helped things any.

Naruto gives her a funny look. "I'm not here to talk about that, Sakura. Actually there's something else that's upsetting me more than whatever issues you and Sasuke are having; I mean it's not like those would be anything new, right?" He sighs.

Sakura's mouth pops open, ready with some shrill retort in response because honestly, she thinks that sounded rude even for him. But his next words make her rethink any comebacks her mind has been angrily racing to come up with.

"That genjutsu. I get that you were trying to beat me same as I was trying to beat you. But that last part, when you let me think I hit you with my rasengan. Sakura, how could you mess with my feelings like that?" His very blue eyes shine at her, and in the flickering light she could almost swear she sees tears swimming in them. The sight makes a lump form in her throat like some kind of fast-acting, cancerous tumor.

"I'm sorry, Naruto," she says quietly, "I didn't think it would upset you so much." This is a lie. In the moment, she has to admit to herself that she wasn't thinking at all about how it would make him feel, only that Kakashi was watching, Sasuke was watching, and she just had to win.

His blond eyebrows fold together at this, darkening his brow, and he shrugs out from under her placating hand roughly.

"Seriously, Sakura? You think watching the girl I'm in love with get killed by my jutsu 'wouldn't upset me so much'? Don't you think about my feelings at all?" His sudden, unleashed anger is uncharacteristic; it makes the blood drain out of her face in fear before her mind can even register those three key little words. The waves of his temper make the silence unbearable as she struggles to formulate a response.

"… what do you mean, 'in love with', Naruto?" she finally whispers, green eyes wide, "It hasn't been that way with us in a long time. I mean what about Hinata?"

Naruto goes pale too, as if the words had slipped out in his anger at her and he's only just realizing the implications. The boy swears bitterly under his breath, clutches his messy, blond head between his hands as if he can squeeze out all the thoughts he wishes he wasn't having.

"Yeah. No. I don't know," he groans out, finally looking up from the fire and back at her. Naruto sighs. She waits for him to gather his thoughts. He's kind of surprised that she hasn't punched him or yelled at him yet, like she used to whenever he mentioned anything beyond friendship. The alarming stillness, her silence and seriousness, only serves to worry him. There's no taking this back, and honestly he slipped up, doesn't think he's ready to talk with her about what he's feeling just yet. Not when he himself is so confused.

"I've always wanted you to be happy, Sakura-chan, because that's how much I love you. Enough that I'd rather you be happy even if it was with someone who wasn't me. Why else do you think I promised to bring Sasuke back to you? I could tell that you loved him, and I wanted you to get your shot. I knew I'd be happy if you were happy," he gives her a half-hearted grin, "Besides, we've been friends and teammates for so long that I know we don't really belong together. We fight too much, and it's just too platonic I guess. I've never seen you look back at me with the same thing in my eyes when I'm staring at you," his fingers nervously trace patterns in the dirt and he purses his lips. "But even though I realize that, hey, sometimes the heart just wants what it wants, right? I mean you're so pretty, and smart and nice. A person can't just turn their feelings off at will, right? Takes time, getting over a person."

Sakura feels the truth of his words; hell, it's the same struggle she's been having with Sasuke. But Naruto… she had no idea he was still struggling too.

"I really do like Hinata. I was ready to move on, especially because when Sasuke came back I knew you'd have your chance again, Sakura-chan. I could tell how you were always just sadder, more serious since he left, like he permanently took away a piece of your happiness that you just couldn't get back unless he was here. Not gonna lie, I thought that bastard would finally let you go on a date with him, and you could have your happiness and I could have mine. And even Sasuke could have his; that idiot is definitely too lonely, and I know you would do him a lot of good.

"But he came back and all you did was ignore each other. I know you're kind of nasty with the grudges, Sakura-chan, so I thought maybe you were just trying to punish him or something before welcoming him back. I mean, he's a total asshole and doesn't even deserve you, but I was pretty sure you'd eventually let him in anyway because you still love him. Except you're acting like you don't still love him. Worse than ignoring, you guys are fighting each other. You're both obviously not very happy. I'm starting to wonder if you want him anymore now, or if he can even make you happy. Sakura-chan, I was okay moving on because all I needed was for you to be happy. You were supposed to go with Sasuke and I accepted that because that's what you really want. But if that isn't what you want anymore, if you're unhappy, well I guess that's dragging up all the old feelings or something. Because I need you to be okay, Sakura."

She feels the way her illusionary self must have when that rasengan hit her stomach. Her gut is just constantly full of painful, twisting emotions that take her breath away. Also courtesy of her boys. The only thing that's maybe worse than feeling hurt by them is realizing that she has hurt them herself. She can only expect a certain level of insensitivity from them, because they are tactless boys and will never realize the holes they have dug until they've already fallen in. Naruto is not even trying to be malicious, she realizes. He is genuinely clueless. He wants to see her happy so badly that he sees what he wants to sometimes. He does the same thing with Sasuke, doesn't realize how he's rubbing him raw. But she. She should know better. She's the healer, the team mom, protectress of emotions whether she likes that role or not. She's not supposed to hurt. But she isn't faultless in this.

He can't help but be heart-broken by her. He's always tried to give her what he thought she wanted. But she realizes how much she has hidden from him, how little he knows what's actually in her heart. She hates that it has to be this way.

Goddamn it all; when did things get so complicated between them? Or is it that they were just blind to it before?

He's a night owl, and even though Kakashi has ordered them to bed so they can make an early start of things in the morning, Sasuke is too restless to come anywhere near sleep. He tosses and turns and groans in his tent until he can't take it. He finally throws off the sheets, quietly pulls on his shoes and a cloak against the cold night air, and slips smoothly out of his tent the back way so that whoever is on watch doesn't see him. He's always been fond of walks; he feels in desperate need of one to help clear his head right now, and he does not want a chaperone.

As he sneaks off into the trees, he can't help but look back to see who is on watch. It's Sakura, but he's surprised to see she isn't alone. Naruto is perched beside her on a thick log in front of the fire; they lean close to each other, and he can just make out their low voices. Unconsciously, he creeps a little closer through the trees.

"- You think watching the girl I'm in love with get killed by my jutsu 'wouldn't upset me so much'? Don't you think about my feelings at all?"

Sasuke freezes up as much as Sakura does at Naruto's words. His fists clench, unbidden, at his sides, and he stops breathing.

The Uchiha recovers quickly though, quicker than Sakura can. Noiselessly, he melts into the woods, taking long, quick strides to distance himself from the campsite. He doesn't want to hear her answer. He doesn't like the realization that it matters to him, that he wants to know.

That it's not any of his business what goes on between Sakura and Naruto, but he feels as if it is.

And that he's suddenly and irrationally angry, his blood running hot despite the cold night.

His walk turns into a run. Sasuke tries to leave it all behind.

But there's no distancing himself from his own thoughts.

"Sakura. You're done; it's my turn."

For the second time that night one of her teammates startles her out of her gloomy musing; Sakura flinches, looks away from the depths of the fire she'd been starting into and up into Sasuke's face instead. He towers over her, gloomy and impassive looking as always, but his eyes seem to have an extra closed-off quality to them tonight. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was upset with something.

Sakura ignores it, figures she must be just projecting her own terribly convoluted and racing state of mind onto him. Naruto has long since gone back to his tent, but the state he has left her head in refuses to retire so easily.

"Okay, goodnight," she murmurs, and heads to the tent Sasuke has left unzipped for her. Since one of them is always on watch, there is no point to having four tents when there is the option of traveling a little lighter. So they trade off beds when they switch watches.

Sakura had not realized it was possible for the universe to torture her anymore than it already had within the span of a single, miserable night… until she crawls into the tent Sasuke has abandoned. She zips it up after her, and is immediately inundated by the smell of him in the warm, closeness of the space. He has been in the sheets, and when she pulls them up over her body a thousand memories crash into her, violent as tidal waves, trying their damnedest to bring her under, drown her in her emotions. It's the absolute last goddamned thing she needs right now.

"Fuck," she whispers, her voice cracking as moisture unconsciously wells up in her eyes. The edges around the hole in her stomach throb to life, pulse painfully as if they have just remembered that they are horribly infected.

It's just too fucking much for her. She curls up into a ball and lets the pain take her; she's too tired to try and fight it off anymore. Wraps the sheets that smell of him close around her body, lets the memories of him, the smell of him, the feel of him surround her. If she's going to let the pain come, she may as well be as much of a masochist as possible; it's certainly not going to get any better, so why not get a little perverse enjoyment out of it?

And for once Sakura doesn't feel bitter toward him for doing this to her. If she's brutally honest with herself, she knows that she's the one who has brought this pain upon herself.

There is no rule that confessed love must be reciprocated.

Too bad for Naruto.

Too bad for her.

If she had just been able to keep Sasuke a teammate, a completely platonic friend, she wouldn't be having any of these problems. She could be happy. Naruto could be happy.

'What is wrong with me?' she thinks to herself. It's like wasting perfectly good food and choosing to slowly waste away to death, just because the dish isn't what you prefer. Obviously she knows by now that the tragedy of love is there's no controlling where its arrows land.

Yet she can't help but feel guilty.

Guilty that she lies twisted up in Sasuke Uchiha's sheets, taking in the smell of him and crying because she wants desperately to have a right to this, to being able to wrap herself in his sheets whenever she wants and maybe to be surrounded by his arms too, instead of just fabric. That despite Naruto confessing to her not an hour ago, all she can think about right now is how fucking heartbroken she is that this will never be possible for her.

Why do we give our whole hearts to those who don't care for them?

Things are definitely still tense and uncomfortable in the morning, between Naruto's confession, Sakura's guilt, and Sasuke's bitter preoccupation. They spend the entire walk in absolute silence until, not too far from the outmost border of Konoha's outlying lands, they stop for food. Kakashi wordlessly distributes food from his pack. Sakura takes a bright red apple in her hands, polishes it against the equally ruby colored fabric of her top, and takes a bite. Warm, sweet juice wells up from where she has bitten; she casually shakes it away before it can dribble onto her and takes another bite.

Sasuke watches her bite into her apple; she doesn't know it but he's remembering one of the last times, years ago, that he was stuck in a Konoha hospital. He remembers at the time how painstakingly she cut and peeled an apple for him, spent so much effort just to spoil him a little. Now she just bites right in. Doesn't try so hard for herself. She doesn't realize how much she matters. He doesn't understand how it's been able to come to that. It's ridiculous really; the three of them, well mostly just Naruto and Kakashi these past few years, always tried so hard to look out for her wellbeing. But in the end they were looking out for the wrong danger, didn't realize what they were doing to her self-esteem. So ironically futile.

His eyes narrow when Naruto saunters over to her, starts chattering. The blond smiles and his blue eyes dance; he seems to be melting out of this group stiffness, and Sasuke can't help but wonder if it has anything to do with how Sakura responded to what he overhead last night. He starts regretting that he hadn't stuck around to listen. That strange, foreign feeling of quick, irrational anger bubbles up in him again, and before Sasuke knows it, his legs are carrying him over to Naruto.

The Uchiha glares at the blond as he looks up to see what his teammate wants.

"Hurry up, you idiot, we're almost home; we don't have time to wait for that. Eat when we get to Konoha," he snaps. Naruto, ever obsessed with his ramen, is currently holding a packet of cold noodles over a match in an attempt to warm them. Sasuke knows it's stupid to pick a fight with him over something so inconsequential, especially because just a few angry words between them escalated so quickly into nasty fighting. But he can't help it. In fact, he wants the excuse to land a punch on his friend. His blood is boiling for it.

Naruto jumps up from his spot on the ground beside Sakura, pokes a finger roughly into Sasuke's chest, and starts shouting right back. He doesn't think about why the blond seems just as thirsty for a fight with him; he's just glad he's not being an idiot bothering Sakura anymore.

The boys glare at each other, get ready to escalate.

Kakashi watches them, and as he watches them, he sees them. Hell, he can't stop seeing them.

The parallels.

The two fighting boys snapping at each other like wolves. One loudmouthed and vibrant, shouting his feelings without a thought to censure. Who worships her and will boast to anybody about it like some religious zealot. The other with a more subtle yet just as real glint to his eyes. The one who slowly learned to appreciate her, and perhaps too late.

They will fight and she will be caught in the middle of their rivalry.

And he is very afraid that she'll be torn apart by it, ruined like the brunette, doe-eyed Sakura of a past life that he still sees when he closes his eyes.

He knows this and fears this, because he has seen it happen before. He knows the signs.

Kakashi can't let it happen again; he knows he wouldn't be able to take it.

And so he is fiercely protective. He tells himself he won't make the same mistake twice.

He thinks he sees so much, but really he's only looking at the fight between the two boys, not ever at the girl caught between them.

That's one mistake Kakashi is already making a second time.

They're all so caught up in their fight that everyone is completely taken off-guard when a kunai flies through the air and lodges itself in the apple that Sakura is lifting to her mouth, just inches from her face. Her hand freezes and the apple tumbles to the ground. But she recovers quickly, wrenches the knife from the pierced fruit and turns in time to neatly parry the ninja that lunges for her out of the trees. Three more shinobi follow from the woods, converge quickly on the boys, two on either side of Kakashi and one at Naruto's side.

Sasuke is the one closest to Sakura, and as she is in the most immediate danger, having been attacked first, he makes a move to help her.

"No, go take one of those guys off of Kakashi's hands; I can take care of this guy!" she shouts at him, as she slashes at the tall shinobi she is fighting; she is much smaller but much quicker. He knows she's strong and he trusts her, so he runs to where Kakashi is simultaneously fighting two of the attackers, makes it an even four on four.

"Go back and help Sakura!" the older man yells as Sasuke joins him.

"She said she's got it," the Uchiha moves to deflect a blow from his old teacher's back, and the man doesn't argue.

Their enemies are nothing special, a group of mid-level thugs who must have happened across them in the forest and assumed they could be robbed. Hence the intimidation move with Sakura and the apple; they must have assumed she'd scream, not pick up the knife and give them a stab back. The men aren't anything special, but they're caught off guard, and their nerves are raw from their in-team bickering. Team Seven is a little sloppier than usual. And they make a curious, elementary mistake. They don't communicate with one another.

It's obvious the boys refuse to talk to one another because of the tension between them. The way they fight their respective enemy shinobi, they almost seem to be making a contest of it, a point of pride to ignore each other and be the first of the two of them to defeat their enemy. Any team of four not undergoing such strong issues with their interpersonal dynamics wouldnever go purely one on one like that. They would work together, evaluating the skills of their foe, and combining their own powers in a complimentary way that would end the fight more quickly. Pairing off is not a good idea because there could always be a mismatch, an enemy that would be fought more effectively by a different teammate. And it is dangerous to be absorbed in a separate, completely individual fight. You can't come to the aid of a comrade, or even easily realize if they need help; you're too inwardly distracted.

The group they are fighting is far outclasses by Team Seven, but these men are clearly not bickering with each other. They communicate.

Without warning, the men Sasuke and Naruto are grappling with turn away from their fight with the boys and strike their nearest enemy: Sakura.

She senses them coming as any kunoichi worth her salt would, quickly turns to deflect the two men speeding toward her with a well-placed punch to the ground that throws them off their feet. But in the time it takes her to do this she must turn away from her own opponent, who recovers from a roundhouse kick she had landed on him. He unsheathes a kunai knife and slashes Sakura across the back with it before she can leap out of the way.

She grunts in pain, but it's a shallow wound that honestly looks worse than it is. She decides to patch it up later and focus the entirety of her attention now on ending this fight.

It seems to be a turning point; at her cry all three men seem to step up the intensity of their attacks, and all four fights are over in a matter of a couple more minutes.

Sakura tries to excuse herself a few paces into the forest so she can take off her shirt in privacy to heal her wound, but they fuss at her so vehemently, argue about additional dangers in the forest if she goes off alone, that she just sighs and lets them see her in her chest wrappings. It's not like she hasn't treated them all in various stages of undress at the hospital.

Naruto hovers over her, she hopes with what is concern over her injury and not interest in the fact that her shirt is off, but she still notices when Kakashi pulls Sasuke aside. It's obvious the older man is angry, and that's a sight in itself almost as rare as seeing his face without his mask over it. But she's been going on missions with Naruto and Kakashi for long enough to guess what it's about. She sighs without it having anything to do with the sharp pain in her back taking its time to fade.

~ o ~

"What the hell was that, Sasuke?" Kakashi takes no time in snapping, once they are more or less out of earshot from Sakura and Naruto, "You disobeyed direct orders."

"I was helping you," he raises an eyebrow at his teacher's tone.

"I didn't need it. Obviously Sakura did. If you had been there she wouldn't have gotten hurt. Goddamnit, Sasuke, we're supposed to protect her!"

The young man's eyes narrow as his anger builds in response, "I told you, she refused help; she said she was fine. And she was; she beat him didn't she? You know it's far more common to leave a fight with some scratches and bruises than completely okay." He himself could feel what was promising by its dull throbbing to be a very colorful bruise blossoming on his right side.

Kakashi takes a step toward Sasuke so that he's practically in his face.

"I know how you feel about Sakura, Sasuke, how you've always thought she's annoying, a nuisance. Hell, we were all there when you tried to kill her. But if you're going to be back on this team, you can't just not give a fuck about her. You have to play by our rules; you have to protect her. Do not mess up again when it comes to her, or I will personally see to it that Lady Tsunade recalls the generosity she's shown you and has you locked up. You deserve it if you can't even care about your own comrade."

And with that, Kakashi stalks away from his former student. Just in the nick of time, because Sasuke was seconds away from breaking the man's jaw. His target gone, he has the overwhelming urge to let out the pent up rage at the situation out on some nearby tree. But Sakura is watching him. He struggles to compose himself, gives up, and darts into the forest to find something, anything, to burn to ashes.

But beneath that searing anger, Kakashi's words have done their job. The seed of guilt he has planted starts to unfurl, twisting around and around his thoughts like poison ivy.

"Don't." Her voice comes from behind him.

They have reacted Konoha without further any further mishaps, including Sasuke being able to calm down enough to not punch their team leader and probably land himself on probation with the Hokage. If he had known what a bitch it would be to come back to the Village after The Craziness, he might have thought twice about becoming an international criminal.

Actually, he's been doing a hell of a lot of regretting lately; that particular choice is just a tip of the iceberg really.

Naruto has run off to grab ramen at Ichiraku before closing, and Kakashi is submitting the mission report. Sasuke turns to meet Sakura's knowing green eyes looking up at him, piercing.

"Don't…?"

"Feel guilty. It wasn't your fault. I know Kakashi is probably giving you shit, saying it was. I'm just saying, I was the one there, doing the fighting. And it wasn't."

He stares at her a long time. Sakura can't read what's in his eyes, but there's an intensity there that she wonders about. He doesn't say anything to agree with her, and the silence drags on, him just looking at her like that.

Sakura raises her eyebrows questioningly. "Okay?"

"Hn," he finally grunts at her after a minute, and they slowly turn away from each other to head their separate ways. But then, on impulse Sasuke turns around again, catches her before she darts away.

"Sakura?"

She stops walking, turns to him, "Um, yeah, Sasuke?"

What happened between you and Naruto?

That would be stupid to ask. He tells his idiot brain for the hundredth time that it's not his goddamned concern.

He's silent for a moment, weighing the words he wants to tell her instead. It's something equally important.

"I'm glad you're not dead, you know. I don't think you're annoying, or wish you weren't here. So don't think by not helping you I was trying to get rid of you. I wasn't."

He heads off quickly without a goodbye, leaving her struggling to process his words.

Sasuke, being a young man who lives alone, isn't really in the habit of keeping things totally neat around his house, and he definitely never comes home from a mission and immediately puts his things away, washes his clothes, does whatever has to be done as the result of a couple weeks' absence. He's tired enough to want to just dig around in the kitchen for something to eat and then have a chance to crash in his own bed again. But his mind is buzzing and keyed up, as it has been all throughout that goddamned mission, and he would really just love to shut it the fuck up. So he results to distracting himself with chores.

He cleans and repairs his equipment, and by the time he's done it's gotten very late. Sasuke decides the last thing he can do it throw his travel blanket into the wash so it'll be ready in the morning.

He pulls the fabric out of his pack and gathers the crumpled mass up in his arms, but before he can head for his laundry room, he breathes into the sheets.

The last time Sakura hugged him was four years ago. He would have assumed the last time would have been sometime in the past few months instead, but he had not really anticipated the reaction she had at his homecoming. It has been a long time. But Sakura is also the only girl who has hugged him – really hugged him, not just latched onto him in a flirty moment – in his life, and done it enough times for him to get used to the scent and feel of her. It's just not the kind of thing he can forget, silly as it is. Emotionally unavailable and bent on revenge as he was, he was also still a 13 year old boy; he had hormones.

He can smell her on his sheets, from when they traded spots for watch duty. It is distinctly Sakura.

This shouldn't affect him in the slightest, but somehow it does. He never makes it to the washing machine; the memories that fly up with the faintly sweet smell of her hair paralyze him.

"Fuck," he mutters. Then takes another, deeper breath in.

"Fuck."

Songsperation shout out to Imagine Dragons; the opening words of this chapter are from their song "Bleeding Out", which is fantastic.

Okay, I am seriously going to try to be better about updating this one, guys. It's definitely my favorite fic to work on, although I have also been working on new, quick updates to "Unspeakable Things" (check them out!) I know where I'm taking things, just having a hard time finding the time to get it done. I actually just said "fuck it" and stayed up until 4 AM to finish it and get it off my mind/conscience. So pardon any weirdness; I will edit a little better in the morning after my coffee.

By the way, anyone else caught up on the manga just INCREDIBLY EXCITED after that second to last chapter? Yep? Yep? My roommate caught me happy dancing. Poorly.

Well read, review, and enjoy!

- An Engineer