It was strange, to see someone crying for him. Hinata could not comfort him, he knew he could never be forgiven, and normally chose not to dwell on his past, though that was becoming harder, given the circumstances. The concern she had for him, the way she pleaded for him not to give up, was touching nonetheless.
Raising his hand, he touched her tear-stained cheek, sliding his thumb against the soft flesh to wipe away the watery trail. Lidded, grey eyes stared into hers for a moment. Itachi's eyes closed, as his face started moving toward the kunoichi's, slightly tilting to his right.
The rest of Itachi's weight suddenly fell on Hinata. Most of his grip had relaxed, causing him to slide down against her body. Catching himself with his head just above her bosom, he was still. A second later, she would feel something wet fall into her cleavage, sliding down her body slowly; he was crying in his sleep.
Raising his hand, he touched her tear-stained cheek, sliding his thumb against the soft flesh to wipe away the watery trail. Lidded, grey eyes stared into hers for a moment. Itachi's eyes closed, as his face started moving toward the kunoichi's, slightly tilting to his right.
The rest of Itachi's weight suddenly fell on Hinata. Most of his grip had relaxed, causing him to slide down against her body. Catching himself with his head just above her bosom, he was still. A second later, she would feel something wet fall into her cleavage, sliding down her body slowly; he was crying in his sleep.