[Instinct has him opening his mouth to ask after the word teetotaler, newly feminine face puzzled, but he closes it as soon as Jonas rambles on. It occurs to him how little effort it would take to get information out of the other boy. Is that a feature of Jonas' current state, possibly still addled despite the assurance he's not so far gone — or is this just how he is?

Naruto's name subdues another round of criticisms, predictably. And, predictably, Naruto has spoken about him. It isn't the first time his own anonymity has dissipated as a result of his friend.]

Yes, I know him. Who you are thinking of is me. Only the three of us are together here.

[Short, clipped words as they crest the next hill and begin to descend toward the Harbors, stench of fish and brine and seawater a familiar perfume on the night air.]

She's never mentioned you. [Not that they even talk with regularity. Jonas' name would only have come up if it was relevant to their survival. Sasuke stops at the next corner, looking down the market street in the late night, warm lights above tents and awnings casting cool shadows on the road. Given the festival, it's nearly deserted.] Go check to see if she's at one of those vendors and meet me at her clinic immediately after.