[Fuck, he can hear Itachi's voice over the network, and his agitation, though hidden behind those red eyes, steadily spikes. And he hesitates. The knife is suddenly gone, slipped into his thigh pouch, and he's very warily crouching so he can slip one of those broad arms around his shoulders.]
Get up. [He says again, the bite a little stronger in his words, a little more venomous. They need to move--have to get back to the apartment so he can properly interrogate the shark-nin before his brother smashes in the door and rips his spine out.]