"Thank you," he murmured, sliding into the front seat and buckling his seat belt. Refreshing to be able to see where they were going.
The awkward feeling was back, the sensation of being pulled in two different directions at once. It wasn't that Neji doubted that Itachi was being completely honest when he said he simply wanted a quiet evening; the Uchiha didn't seem inclined to lie about such trivial things, and there had been no trace of it in his voice besides. Rather, he was troubled, because his time brought a price, and Neji did not like to think that Itachi had to buy it.