Itachi gave Shisui a jaundiced look. "How am I supposed to know? You're hardly the cousin I knew--you're changing in new ways every day."
New influences, new chances, new people to copy and mimis and steal memories from. Itachi punctured a hole in the cup and got burning cider on his hand. He raised his thumb and stuck it in his mouth. If he leaned his head over, he'd get gel on his cheek.
"I don't like you being slimy," Itachi mumbled around his finger.