A fire crackles between two flat stones, flames licking at the dark. The wood pops, sending sparks spiraling up into nothing.

Sasuke’s already here. Sitting on the fallen log you’ve claimed a hundred times before, elbows on his knees, a half-rolled blunt dangling from his fingers. He doesn’t look up when he hears your footsteps in the grass.

He finally glances at you, dark eyes catching the firelight for just a second before flickering away.