[Brows knit together, taking in her white-gripped hold on the shirt in her hands and the tears falling from wet lashes. Her soft words register in a pang of remembered heart break and although he hadn't been very fond of Akira, his sympathies for her position outweigh anything else and his expression softens to a regretful frown.
He doesn't need to ask if she's sure because people like them know; he'd known when Lee left because he spent hours searching for him, heart dropping every minute he didn't catch sight of the familiar flare of chakra. But he also couldn't give her false assurances.
A tentative hand rests on her shoulder because despite everything he doesn't really know what to do and he can't help]
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He doesn't need to ask if she's sure because people like them know; he'd known when Lee left because he spent hours searching for him, heart dropping every minute he didn't catch sight of the familiar flare of chakra. But he also couldn't give her false assurances.
A tentative hand rests on her shoulder because despite everything he doesn't really know what to do and he can't help]
I'm sorry.