Itachi nodded in greeting, watching, arms crossed over his chest. He was quick to note the lack of feeling in his greeting, and even with eyes as poor as his, he caught that Sasuke had not met his eyes.

He walked over, his bare feet causing the floorboards beneath him to creak from his weight, making their last groan almost as if in relief as he sat on the bed next to his brother. The bed was no better, creaking under added weight, squeaking as he adjusted himself, one arm supporting his weight, his torso turned toward Sasuke.

"I would assume you have seen the other Sasuke?" I was more then likely, given Sasuke's post. How unsettling it must be to see a similar to one's own face on one of these things. His at least, were faces he was well accustomed to seeing in his subconscious mind.