[ Ridiculous. That's one way to describe the couch. Ichigo doesn't lie down fully, although he should, instead continuing to stare across the room at Byakuya on the bed, sheet pulled up to mid-chest, his borrowed hotel nightwear looking kinda cheap on him, but it was that or naked and... Ichigo's really glad he's wearing something, yeah. Shaking his head, at himself, at his train of thought, weird and Byakuya's comment, even weirder, Ichigo still finds himself sitting back up, legs dangling, naked, out across the side of the couch. He sits like that for a moment, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his oversized t-shirt nonetheless more or less hugging his chest.
If he takes the other side, they'll be sleeping in the same bed. Something about that doesn't sit right with him, although it's difficult for him to put a finger on why. It would be totally innocent, of course, he'd probably just keep his back on him all night and no harm done, right? One thing is that Rukia would beat him up, if she knew he was even considering sleeping in a bed with Byakuya, but another thing is the vase, his mom's flowers that Byakuya has turned into a ritual, a sacred place, completely without being asked to. Somehow... to be closer to that... that kind of consideration... Wouldn't that be worth risking Rukia's wrath?
Ichigo slowly gets to his feet, grabs an armful of duvet and pillow, wandering over to the bed, dropping it all on the empty side. He keeps his eyes down as he goes through the motions again, crawling onto the bed, rolling onto his side, back to the other man, pulling his duvet to chest-height. ]
Thanks.
[ It's all he says and it should cover all of it. The bed, the flowers, the whole day away from his annoying group of people who would take advantage of a situation like this, you know, when Byakuya just stays behind him, unmoving.
It takes a long time before Ichigo closes his eyes. ]
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If he takes the other side, they'll be sleeping in the same bed. Something about that doesn't sit right with him, although it's difficult for him to put a finger on why. It would be totally innocent, of course, he'd probably just keep his back on him all night and no harm done, right? One thing is that Rukia would beat him up, if she knew he was even considering sleeping in a bed with Byakuya, but another thing is the vase, his mom's flowers that Byakuya has turned into a ritual, a sacred place, completely without being asked to. Somehow... to be closer to that... that kind of consideration... Wouldn't that be worth risking Rukia's wrath?
Ichigo slowly gets to his feet, grabs an armful of duvet and pillow, wandering over to the bed, dropping it all on the empty side. He keeps his eyes down as he goes through the motions again, crawling onto the bed, rolling onto his side, back to the other man, pulling his duvet to chest-height. ]
Thanks.
[ It's all he says and it should cover all of it. The bed, the flowers, the whole day away from his annoying group of people who would take advantage of a situation like this, you know, when Byakuya just stays behind him, unmoving.
It takes a long time before Ichigo closes his eyes. ]