Sasuke couldn't find it in him to care anymore, it just didn't matter. This woman could do whatever she wanted, she'd only end up being killed or leaving anyways, so why did it mean anything? If she wanted to try and take care of him he would let her, but he'd never be like he was before, he couldn't. No one could come back from what he'd experienced, and no stranger was going to change that. 

Right, if he needed her. He wasn't going to avoid the woman, he knew he needed food and shelter. Just because he was going to her however didn't mean he was accepting her, it was a matter of survival. Keeping his eyes down on the pier as she spoke he only offered a small nod in affirmation, not having much else to say. Uchiha Yura... Never heard of her, strange that he knew absolutely nothing about one of his own. Would he go to her right from here? Or would he return to his own cold, desolate home? While the answer seemed obvious he really didn't know, it was almost like he wasn't ready to have someone again. The pain of loss, while numb, was still fresh, and having someone come into his life now felt almost wrong.

Finally lifting his head as she shouted back at him, Sasuke nodded his head slightly at the order given to him. Fine, he'd come over and eat, he was pretty sure he didn't have any food left at home anyways. He had no real idea how to keep food from spoiling, and as a result a lot of what the villagers brought by never lasted, leaving him with plenty of inedible food. He wasn't starving in any sense, yet he was far from getting his fill like he used to. The notion of maybe having a full stomach made him salivate shamefully, even making him get to his feet and almost race after Yura. He still needed to get home first though, and he had homework he had to go for class. Maybe later he'd go by, if she was being serious, and see what she had to offer. Worst case scenario it was a joke and she'd have nothing, he'd just return to his life after that, that's all there was to it.

The moon was high up in the sky by the time Sasuke was leaving for Yura's home. It was oddly reminiscent of that night, and though he knew there was nothing here to harm him, his skin still crawled uncomfortably. Walking a little faster than usual he kept his eyes cast down on the ground before him, holding his coat tightly around him as he moved along. It was getting cold, meaning it was later in the year. How was he going to make it through the winter? The home had heating yet he barely knew how it worked, and while someone would surely be by to help he could hardly make it on his own. If Yura was truly here to help, maybe she'd keep him warm...

No, he couldn't think that. The closer he got to this dinner arrangement, the more skeptical he was becoming. There was just no way that an Uchiha had survived Itachi's slaughter, that she somehow escaped him and was just now turning up. It made absolutely no sense, but then nothing in these last few days had. His beloved brother had killed everyone they ever knew, he was living on his own and now a member of his clan appeared, as if by miracle, and offered to care for him. As if things weren't confusing enough, now Yura's appearance was truly making a mess of Sasuke's mind.

Finding Yura's home wasn't terribly difficult, it was the only one aside from his own that would have lights on. The building she was now living in even prior to the slaughter had been out of use, so he was a little surprised to find her occupying it now. Stopping a few feet from the door he stared at the shut door for a few silent moments, deliberating on if he really wanted to do this or not. It could either be the best thing to happen to him as of recent, or an absolute letdown, and he wasn't sure if it was worth the risk of finding out. Still, what was his alternative? Go back home, alone, and eat cold leftovers again? It wasn't an appealing alternative, though if this proved to be a bust he'd be doing that anyways. 

"Uh... Excuse me...?" Sasuke called meekly, shuffling up to the door and glancing up at it uncertainly. Should he just go inside? She had invited him over, but it seemed rude to just walk in. Biting his lip he reached up for the doorknob with both hands, managing to pull it open before stepping inside, blinking at the bright light as he passed through the frame. Even just standing here felt so much warmer, and it reminded him rather uncomfortably of coming back to his own home late at night, and he almost expected his mother to come around the corner and greet him any second. Sighing shakily, he knew that wasn't going to happen, Sasuke glanced back at the darkness beyond the door, wondering again if maybe he was making the wrong choice.