Naruto cleared his throat, eyes remaining on Sasuke. “What are you doing here?” The blonde murmured quietly.
“What am I doing here?” Repeating the other’s question, he let out elicit laughter, putting the tips of his index and middle fingers to the left side of his forehead. “That’s not necessarily something you need to know.”
Naruto frowned at Sasuke’s laugh, chewing on his lips for a moment or two. “I haven’t seen you in ages, Sasuke,” Naruto replied slowly. “So when I suddenly see you standing right in front of me, I’m going to wonder why you’re here.” Maybe he wants to come back? A hopeful spark lit up in the blonde’s eyes.
The Uzumaki seemed far too buoyant. Naruto’s expression was not of anger, nor of pity, as it normally was when faced with Sasuke. “I’m surprised you feel as if you can talk so casually with me.” It puzzled him for a moment, but then it hit him. The boy still had hope for his return. Fists clenched in acrimony, wishing to rip that hopeful stare right from his face. The indigenous mire in his eyes was answer enough for Naruto’s postiche hope.