Itachi curled his fingers and his toes as Shisui's lips pressed to his palm. The warm tingles down his arm weren't bad, but they were strange. Itachi hooked his ankle behind Shisui's and swung his feet gently.
"Not involved, right..." Because they'd been avoiding each other. Itachi could call himself busy, but they'd been trying to pretend the other didn't exist while pretending that they weren't ignoring each other.