[The fork is set into the box, both carefully taken from Cy's hands and put aside. Then he reaches for the man, palm smoothing over the back of a neck to draw him in and place a kiss at that upturned corner of a mouth. A sign of affection, freely given, in the face of what he recognizes as a wound.]

They were fortunate to have you as their father.

[And it's meant. The effusive care that Cy possesses — it could have only been a good life, to be loved by someone like him.]

... My father was very different from you. Uchiha Fugaku. It was him, and my mother, Mikoto. [Sasuke's eyes slip down.] And my older brother.

[He does not say Itachi's name.]

There were other children around me in those early years. My clan was numerous. It wasn't uncommon to walk the streets and encounter an aunt, or an uncle, or another relative. I enjoyed that.