Sakura clung tighter to him as he spoke, not really wanting to let go at all now. She felt like a stupid little girl again with a hopeless dream, but her level of care for the matter wasn't as strong. She didn't care if she seemed weak in front of him. It made sense, didn't it? Even if he didn't remember her completely, he knew there had been something no matter how meager, and now that he was willingly being kind with her... it was almost too good to be true. And it probably was.
His words were making her eyes tear up but she had her face buried so deep into him that they wouldn't come out. Her body was trembling slightly from the intense will of trying not to cry. Instead of speaking, she nodded slowly and stayed put for a while longer, grasping tightly at his neck without realizing it. "That would be nice."
Of course she remembered that moment so vividly it was painful. She remembered how useless and pathetic it had made her feel for not being able to stop him herself, and how she had cried to Naruto about it later... though he had failed as well. But now he was here with them again and all she could do was heal for him.
Finally pulling her face off of his shoulder, she quickly wiped at her eyes with one hand before simply settling her cheek against his chest. "That was the night you left to Orochimaru," she said softly. "That was the last time I saw you until about three years later."
This is getting too emotional, she started to chastise in her mind. I shouldn't stay here. It isn't a good idea.