In spite of himself, as much as he knew he shouldn't, his fingers started to gently brush through her hair, as always mildly surprised at just how soft it really was. Sasuke didn't deserve his uncertainty, to act as a replacement... and then, neither did Ino.

A quiet exhale. "Forgive me," he murmured again, grip tightening furhter before he finally started to loosen his grip, intending to move back.