Things with Madara were getting.. complicated. He wasn't making an effort to get you to believe you were still friends, neither does he have the heart to say what he wants out loud, nor do you.

This was just another evening where you and the Uchiha spend time together in a nearby bar, relieving yourselves from stress after an exhausting day at work. Only that he wasn't even attempting to hide his staring, occasionally ‘accidentally’ brushing his fingers against your arm.

“Another fill?”