He licked his lips, took a step forward, a step back. Living at home again would mean so many... unfortunate things. He could always turn and run. Naruto, despite his illness, had opened an invitation. Sakura was constantly asking to have him for dinner, and there was always Orochimaru. But no, now was not the time to turn a blind eye. He would stay and help his mother, whether he resented her growing stomach or not. He would cook food, and clean floors without his brother, and without his father, as he should have done in the first place.
Carefully, and with a little regret, Sasuke pushed open the sliding door to his old home.