Shisui watched Itachi. Glanced for a moment at the people aroudn them, who looked a little too absorbed in this, and his lips turned down.
"Ita..." A swallow. He hated this. "Kid. Itachi. Let's go." Holding out a hand, Shisui wanted to be sick himself as he stepped closer. There was no saving this now, but maybe Itachi could tolerate a flicker. Maybe he could tolerate Shisui touching him.
"Let's just go. Please? I won't touch you if you don't want me to."