Itachi slipped away to the kitchen to grab Neji a bottle of water and slip his shoes off. He checked the temperature of the food-still alright-and padded back to stop halfway across the room.
His eyes were drawn to the picture that so had Neji captivated. He'd kept that photo because his mother looked so healthy in it. It made him happy to think of her that way, to see her that way. And his father...just a skeleton on a backdrop now.
His father had had so many big plans for Itachi. Too many.
"Dinner is ready when you're hungry, Neji." He padded the rest of the way over and held out the bottle of water.