[Both comments are true, perhaps: he was assailed by uncomfortable social contact, but he was also overly sensitive to the potential of a threat while exposed and surrounded by so many strangers. Regardless, it's not something Itachi feels any further remark need be added.
He's more concerned with watching and gauging the interaction between Stiles and Sasuke. Prior to his death, he had only ever encountered Naruto and his brother on separate occasions, an endless pursuit of touch and go, Sasuke quick at his heels while Naruto lagged behind Sasuke's. He wonders if this obvious camaraderie has any parallel.
At the very least, focusing on them allows Itachi to disregard the comment about himself, one which threatens to claw up under his skin in prickles of ice. A good man. Nothing in himself agrees with that, but worse, he has trouble comprehending his own reaction to the opinion coming from Sasuke.]
... Itachi. [His name. He immediately addresses Sasuke next, gaze cutting away from Stiles (though it lingers briefly on that hand over his brother's neck, for just a moment):] What's wrong?
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He's more concerned with watching and gauging the interaction between Stiles and Sasuke. Prior to his death, he had only ever encountered Naruto and his brother on separate occasions, an endless pursuit of touch and go, Sasuke quick at his heels while Naruto lagged behind Sasuke's. He wonders if this obvious camaraderie has any parallel.
At the very least, focusing on them allows Itachi to disregard the comment about himself, one which threatens to claw up under his skin in prickles of ice. A good man. Nothing in himself agrees with that, but worse, he has trouble comprehending his own reaction to the opinion coming from Sasuke.]
... Itachi. [His name. He immediately addresses Sasuke next, gaze cutting away from Stiles (though it lingers briefly on that hand over his brother's neck, for just a moment):] What's wrong?