[His shoulders sag, and he goes ahead and lets himself flop on his back (winces because he didn't braces his wings for it) in the sand now. Sitting up is too troublesome.]

"I wish my old man was here," is what I would think when it was me here, and things were messed up. Luceti's messed up and Uchihas are messed up and I didn't know how to do my laundry... I wanted to talk to him always.

[It's when he goes to wipe his nose that he realizes he's crying. He covers his eyes a sleeve and rolls on his side, back turned towards Masaomi and laughing once, hysterical and feeling more than a little sick.

If he had been with his dad this whole time, he'd have been dead before Shikamaru had thought of any of that.]