Obito nodded, smiling. That was like him. He turned the faucet off before the water had filled the tub up much more than halfway and stood, giving Itachi time to look away if he wanted to but not shy about his own nudity. He was built lean and hard. Bare, it was clear that the scars went all the way down. The whole half of his body that had been so badly mangled and so strangely rebuilt by Madara.