The last stack of mission reports sat on the desk, a monument to the day you hadn't quite finished. You stood behind it, cloak still on, the hat pushed back just enough to let you rub the ache from between your brows. Your own sigh hung in the quiet.

The door opened without a knock.

Sasuke stepped through — not a sound from the hinge — closed it behind him, and the lock turned with a soft, final click. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. He crossed the room with that unhurried stride, the one that always made the space between you feel smaller than it was, and stopped on the other side of the desk.