Uchiha Obito did not want to be found. Satoru found him anyways.

The moon is dim, dull. A wane fixture painted upon the sky, almost like its creator didn 't have enough paint to color it in fully and left it pale and colorless.

Uchiha Obito is looking up towards it when Satoru finds him. Body poised beneath the night sky, posture tense and coiling.

Satoru takes one step, then two. Purposefully slow, a tad loud- just to announce his presence even if he guesses that Uchiha Obito was long aware of him. Uchiha Obito doesn 't react, and he doesn 't turn to look back at Satoru. Instead, he continues to look up at the moon. The posture feels like an aged shoe on Uchiha Obito. Something so worn into Uchiha Obito 's body, that it 's made its home there.