Itachi bit his lip. Sasuke was right. He was probably doomed to catch anything that someone brought into that house, especially if he let them sleep right in his bed.

"Then we'll just... have to get you into your own bed..."

Because sleeping in the living room? That wasn't good enough. Itachi passed out on that couch (or that floor) many times. It really wasn't comfortable, or conducive to recovery.

He weaved the signs for a shadow clone, and let that version of himself pick the little Sasuke up off the porch. It went inside first, and Itachi followed.

He even followed it right up the stairs. This was Sasuke, after all. And for Sasuke, he'd do anything!