Sakura held Gaara close. She wanted to hold him all night, all day, for the rest of her life. She thought of Misa and Setsuna, unable to touch, and she kind of wanted to cry. She squeezed Gaara tighter.
"What do you know of Setsuna?" She asked.
Gaara frowned. "Why are you asking me about another man while we're in bed? Isn't that that not allowed or something?"
Sakura shook her head. "No. It's perfectly allowed. You don't know anything about the rules of love, so you don't get to say anything. Tell me what you know about Setsuna."
Gaara shrugged. "He's a good medic, from what I've heard. Temari likes him; she says he reminds her of me. I don't think that's good, but she doesn't seem to agree."
Sakura smiled. "I don't agree with you too."
Gaara shook his head. "You're both impossible. I don't know; what do you want to know about Setsuna?"
"Where does he come from? Are his parents from Suna? Does he have ancestors from elsewhere? The north perhaps?"
Gaara was quiet for a moment, thinking. "No. Not to my knowledge."
Sakura frowned. "Nor to anyone else's. There goes that idea."
They were silent. Gaara thought Sakura had drifted off to sleep for a moment, but then she spoke.
"Hey Gaara?"
"Yes?"
"You know what I was thinking about today? I was thinking about that time you tried to make supper for me. That was a spectacular failure."
"Yes so?"
Sakura smiled. "So it was fun. When we lived together; I was really happy then." She realized how that sounded and rushed to correct herself. "Not that I'm not happy now! I just mean that, back in the apartment together, that was good too."
She winced at her stupidity, waiting for Gaara to respond. She could feel his chest rising and falling, and it was lulling her to sleep, so that she was already half asleep when Gaara finally answered. "Me too."