It had been a hassle so far, taking care of children. Sometimes it was enough of a task just keeping tabs on himself, but he'd refused to look for someone else to look after them. Yes, he often would break down, lose his grip on the world, but they were his kin, no matter the reason the two had been left in his and Kakashi's hands. An explanation could be asked for later.
Or perhaps, it would be coming that very day, in the form of a feeble knock on the door.
Obito opened the door, and he was surprised by who stood there... though at the same time, he was expecting him. Obi.
The harsh he tended to have plastered on his face softened to vaguely reveal concern, head tilting as he looked Obi over, searching for a cause of the other's near tangible unease. "Obi, come in," he uttered, sidestepping from the doorway to allow his nephew entrance. The smell of brewing tea emanated from the kitchen. "Take a seat wherever you want."