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Well, this wasn’t… expected, but he was a teacher, and the end result of that was that such a thing happened quite often to him. It wasn’t usually teenaged terrorists, though, that came seeking solace.

“Tired?” he asked, and that was all he would ask. His companion here would talk when he was ready— or so it often went. 

With tense shoulders the troubled blond shrugged with a stubborn expression, refusing to show signs of sadness. Pouting he stared into the far distance. The bomber really wasn’t feeling himself at all, almost empty –he didn’t like it, and for some reason his first thought was to go to the shinobi for comfort. Under his breath he mumbled angrily, “Speak of this to anyone, hm.”