Kakashi wondered at times if Moro and his father had the same relationship—give and take. Though, Kakashi supposed with a gathering smile, it was more take than give.
The jounin sighed, and reluctantly forced himself from the dim, inviting warmth of his tree-side perch.
"—Alright, alright, come on. I’ll feed you."
I’d do everything for you, even if it kills me.
Don’t speak about Rin!
Look at this. Take a good fucking look at this. There is so much potent emotion in those few frames. You understand Kakashi’s pain completely, understand his state of mind, what he feels and how exhausted he is, mentally and physically.
All in 5 little seconds of his hand shaking.