[It's in that moment that Sasuke does something probably completely unexpected:
He laughs.
It's not the hideous, broken sound of hurt and insanity she'd remember from their meeting on the bridge, nor the quiet chuckle he's apt to make without chipping his veneer of self-control. It's light, and it's open, and it continues in half-breathless chuckles as he grapples with her, trying to pin her wrists so she can't get rid of the snow before it melts under her scarf.]
Isn't that what you said about the snow in your hair? Still waiting, Sakura~
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He laughs.
It's not the hideous, broken sound of hurt and insanity she'd remember from their meeting on the bridge, nor the quiet chuckle he's apt to make without chipping his veneer of self-control. It's light, and it's open, and it continues in half-breathless chuckles as he grapples with her, trying to pin her wrists so she can't get rid of the snow before it melts under her scarf.]
Isn't that what you said about the snow in your hair? Still waiting, Sakura~