Itachi wasn't really the type to talk about 'feelings'. Their relationship was odd at best, and although they got along well, and so many people knew they were close - the truth about how deep those feelings went hadn't really been broadcast, or even properly spoken of. They didn't really need to say the words the express how they felt though... or at least, Itachi didn't believe so.

"Then your little ghost stories held more truth than we suspected." He muttered, letting out a sigh whilst he drew the same sort of conclusions. It didn't feel like anywhere he'd been before.

He was about to start making headway on moving when he saw Shisui bend over, trying not to fret over why he felt the need to - he chose instead to speak up. "... You look more upset about the condoms than the aero-- shit." Instantly he crouched down, smoothing a hand down the back of Shisui's leg in a way that in any other moment would have been the start of something else.

"We have nothing to sterilize that with." He muttered, looking up at Shisui and frowning. "I can't leave it like that."