Was he trying to play tough or something? The dobe had just been crying right in front of him, there was no use in trying to hide it. Sasuke bit his tongue though, rolling his eyes when the blond tried acting like nothing had happened. "Whatever, come on, I don't want to keep her waiting," he said, turning and starting back the way he had come. It was odd that Yura had invited Naruto, and stranger still he'd agreed to it; Sasuke hadn't wanted anything to do with his peers recently, so what was the change now? Oh well, no use in getting too bent out of shape over it, chances were Naruto would probably chicken out and leave before they ever got there.

Or... Not. By the time they had made it to the Uchiha compound Sasuke was acutely aware that the blond was still with him. Just what did Naruto think of this place, he wondered. The other boy had never been here before, yet even he had to know what had happened. Was it nerve-wracking to be in a graveyard like this? To know so many people once roamed these streets, and now it was only them? The young Uchiha's chest throbbed painfully at the thought, though he managed to push it aside and continue on like nothing was amiss. Being here wasn't going to reduce him to tears, yet the heartache it inflicted was probably never going to leave.

And perhaps it was due to the fact he wasn't used to it yet, but Yura's home made him feel strange as they approached it. No one had lived here before, and it was funny in some grim way now that every other place was abandoned, this house came to life. Stepping into the building he promptly removed his shoes, glancing back at Naruto and waiting for him to do the same. What was he smiling for? They were just having food, idiot... At least he knew enough to kick off his shoes, saved Sasuke the trouble of correcting him.

"We're here, Yura!" The smell of food carried to the entryway from the kitchen, and it was enough to make Sasuke's stomach grumble in anticipation. He didn't even need to see what it was to recognize the scent, and while it wasn't his mother's cooking it still smelled delicious. She'd gotten everything prepared for them it seemed, yet they couldn't quite eat just yet. Already turning to go wash up he paused to check on Naruto, his brow twitching slightly as he watched the blond give an awkward bow. He really wasn't used to being around people was he?

The two boys washed up in silence, Sasuke not entirely sure what to say right now. What could he say? He'd just been traumatized, he was with a boy who had no one, yet he felt next to no connection due to that; there ought to be something they could talk about, yet they only thing they shared was too unpleasant to speak of. With luck they would be too preoccupied during the meal to have any semblance of conversation.

"Thanks for the meal..." Sasuke mumbled, sitting down in his seat and folding his hands together. Having Naruto joining him at the dinner table was... Different. He'd never had any of his classmates over before, so no one really knew what his house was like or how he lived. He figured with the recent tragedy it never would have happened, yet here was Naruto of all people sitting right next to him. It wasn't quite what he imagined, finding that the added company was less than enjoyable. Should he try talking to the other boy? He'd attempted to act friendly earlier and scared Naruto, so maybe not. Maybe Yura could handle that, he didn't even know where to begin with Naruto.