Gaara was silent – he had been standing silently by the door for some time. Sakura meanwhile had been busy running around making a place in her apartment for him – trying to tell him about all its little quirks and faults all the while. She felt like she was talking to a wall.
But then, she often talked to her walls, and they were actually better company.
At long last, after a drawn out silence, when Sakura could think of nothing else to say, Gaara spoke. "This place... it's rather small isn't it." He said.
Sakura put one hand on her hip and rolled her eyes. "I suppose your place back in Suna is much bigger then?"
He was quiet a moment, looking around, thinking, and then he nodded. "Yes." Was all he answered.
Sakura narrowed her eyes at him. "You were just thinking about how much this place sucks weren't you?" She accused.
Gaara shook his head. "Not at all. I was trying to remember what my apartment in Suna looks like."
"It's been that long has it?" Sakura asked sarcastically. As she talked she went to the cupboard to take out some linens for Gaara. She had only one bed in her apartment, and there was no way she was giving it up to him, Kazekage or not. She was ruler in her own apartment at least.
"I hardly spent any time there." Gaara explained. "I was too busy."
Sakura put the linens on the couch and looked up at Gaara. "Well," she said, "I suppose you'll have plenty of time on your hands now."
For some reason, the idea didn't seem to thrill him.