Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, there would be a lot more romance.

Obito has issues. Anger issues, specifically, but probably some other types, too. He's not entirely sure, but sometimes his cousin Itachi will look at him with those infuriatingly calm eyes and tell him, not unkindly, that he should seek professional help. Which, in Obito's opinion, is a load of bullshit. Kakashi, Obito thinks, would agree with Itachi. Bastard.

Kakashi watches impassively as Obito orders his coffee. He watches Obito swear when the barista informs him that, no, they cannot put vodka in his coffee, what the hell does he think Starbucks is? And Kakashi watches as Obito swears again, loudly and colorfully, when his coffee burns his tongue. When they finally sit at a table by the window, after Obito swears again – louder and rather creatively – because the sun is his eyes, Kakashi speaks.

"You know," he begins slowly, because Kakashi never says anything without thinking it over carefully, "when my father died, it was hard on me." Obito remains silent, because Kakashi never says anything that doesn't have a point to it. After a moment, Kakashi continues. "A few months ago, Minato-sensei suggested that I talk to someone about what happened. He thought it might help."

Obito can see where this is going. He scowls at Kakashi. "What the hell's your point, Hatake?" he snarls, clenching his coffee cup tightly.

Kakashi doesn't flinch, just smiles in that ridiculous way that he often does. He turns the page of his Icha Icha book – Obito's stomach turns at the sight; what kind of sick pervert reads porn in public? – and says, eyes creasing happily, "You should talk to someone. Nohara-sensei is my therapist; she works at Konoha General with Orochimaru and Tsunade-sama."

"I don't need a therapist," Obito grinds out. He squeezes his cup so tightly that coffee spills out, scalding his hand. He swears. This time, several of the other patrons turn to him, disapproving. One mother covers her daughter's ears.

"Excuse you," she says. Obito flips her off. He's never liked mothers – Kushina-san and his Aunt Mikoto are the only exceptions, and the only mothers who actually like him. Kakashi sighs, long-suffering and tired.

"I think you do," he says. "And I think you know that you do. We're all worried, Obito." Kakashi's voice is softer, gentler, but there's also a hard edge to it. "You come back from god-knows-where with your name on every damn watch list in the world and major PTSD."

Obito glares. "I don't have PTSD. And I was abroad." Truthfully, he was in the Middle East, but Kakashi doesn't need to know that, and he doesn't need to know about the arms deals and explosions and smuggling.

Kakashi arches one grey eyebrow. "Sasuke-kun told me about the nightmares. And you lost an eye." He sounds incredulous, even though Obito has been back for almost a year and that's more than enough time to get used to his new appearance. "Obito, please. Just go see her once – once – and if you hate it, I won't bring it up ever again." Obito narrows his eyes, suspicious. "And I'll convince Madara to let it go," he promises.

"Fine," Obito sighs and relents. He's never been able to refuse Kakashi – one of the unfortunate side effects of growing up best friends. But as he watches Kakashi smile and turn the page of that ridiculous, perverted book, his heart sinks a little. What the hell did he just agree to?

"Therapy?" Hidan explodes. "You're going to therapy? What the shit, Tobi?!"

"Shut up," Obito grunts. He can feel his cheeks warming and prays that no one notices. But nothing ever goes Obito's way, so of course everyone notices.

Kisame grins, all sharp teeth and dangerous charisma. "Oh, Tobi~ You embarrassed? It's alright, we won't tell anyone about your issues. Or your therapist." He laughs. Kisame's laugh is contagious, and soon everyone but Konan and Kakuzu are laughing – Kakuzu because he's a shitbag who only cares about money and Konan because she's sweet.

She frowns at Kisame and pushes his shoulder. Hard. She's sweet-ish. "Don't be mean, Kisame. It's good that Obito is finally talking to someone." She stares everyone down in turn, and they turn away, shamed. "There's nothing wrong with getting help. And you lot have nothing to laugh at. Obito is probably the most functioning member of Akatsuki. You're all worse than him." She crosses her arms, irritated.

"Even Nagato, yeah?" Deidara asks slyly, and just like that, the conversation drifts away from Obito's upcoming counseling session to Konan's crush. Obito watches them argue, smiling fondly. He'd missed this – when they had been abroad, they hadn't had time to unwind and just hang out. They'd been busy. Running for their lives most days. But after nine months of being back in Japan, they fell into a routine: spend the day working or doing whatever, then meet up at Konan's house to eat and watch movies at least three times a week.

Obito's smile fades as he looks around the room. Nagato isn't the only one missing; Orochimaru is gone, probably in a surgery. Not that Obito minds – the snake-enthusiast-slash-plastic-surgeon makes him uncomfortable, but he had proved himself invaluable. Orochimaru was always willing to stitch them back up, no questions asked, but he wasn't very social. Tomorrow, Obito might see Orochimaru. Both he and Kakashi's "Nohara-sensei" work at Konoha General. Obito blanches. If he's really, really unlucky, he'll see Tsunade-sama, too.

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