Shisui looked up as Itachi left. Then he followed and hugged Itachi around his shoulders, burying his own face in his cousin's shoulder.
Was he going to be hit now?
"I'm sorry. I'm just sick of this. Being friendly and fighting all over again. Tonight I thought we were going to be okay, but I guess we never are," A pause to get his breath, and then Shisui rushed forward before Itachi could speak. "But we can talk. I just wanted to keep the mood." But it was gone now, and nothing would ever get it back again.
Disgust curled through Shisui's throat as he tried to keep Itachi in place. "If you want."