She was off active duty—at Kakashi's insistence and her misery.
"I'm going to die of boredom," she informed him, unable to read his expression but knowing he was unimpressed with her.
"You'll be fine," he said but she didn't believe him.
"And what will you be doing?" she asked, rolling on the bed they shared more often than not and crawled up to where he sat, looking at photos. She blinked at the sight of them and almost laughed when she noticed who they were of. "When was that taken?"
"You don't remember?" Kakashi asked, holding it up for her to better see it.
"Why are we both in it with my dad?" she asked and felt strange seeing it there. Less laughing at it now and more concerned and confused.
Kakashi gave her a long look, quiet as he watched her reaction before his eyes smiled for him. He looked just a bit sad, as if he had been hoping for something. Something she'd disappointed him in.
"You'll have to remember on your own," he told her instead of explaining and she pouted.
"You're subjecting me to house-rest and you're withholding secrets! How dare you?" she accused, affronted.
He gave her another look, this one more exasperated and less patient. "You should take the time to visit some of your old friends, Anko. I think it's time you start growing up."
Anko blinked at him and tried not to listen or comprehend what he was telling her. He should keep to his own business—his mission was to look after her, not get involved in her life. Kakashi didn't have to be like this.
"We should go visit your dad," he said, not looking at her anymore. Maybe too afraid to see how she'd react.
She didn't really. React, that is. She just looked at the curtained window and tried not to think.
"Okay," some other side of her said to him, and all of her regretted saying it.
Anko couldn't take it back.