chinkeelog

       It'd been, what, a year now since Shikamaru had died? What a joke, like he didn't know. Three hundred sixty three days exactly. He'd probably know the minutes and hours if he wore a watch when Shikamaru had died. Not that he would have been looking at it but when he did happen to glance at it after carrying the other back to the small snow-set village he could easily calculate how long it took him and be pretty accurate. He couldn't completely say things hadn't gotten easier, they had. It just took looking directly back on the funeral day for him to realize it, or the day before when the Nara stopped breathing in his arms. It was only