#can you imagine that partner offering to have Ichigo sent over to Shiro’s place

[black--sun]

He thinks shiro is asking him if he has plans for Yuu, and he doesn’t really, but he thinks if he says so, shiro might have plans for Yuu in future. None of that is his business. They’re two adults entitled to chase whatever makes them happy. He doesn’t answer straight away, because he doesn’t think he can be convincing. “He’s free to do whatever he wants. So are you.” That’s the truth at least. “It’s not like we were planning a wedding.” He’s talking about him and Yuu, but it draws far too much attention back to the fact that he and Shiro were. 

Those words are halting and his breath stalls for a second before his eyes go to Shiro. There was a time he would’ve found that wording obnoxious. Now it just plucks at an odd longing he didn’t even know was there. He forgot how much he missed Shiro’s little attempts to catch his attention by provoking him to murder. It makes his chest ache. He still presses his lips at that extremely unhelpful advice. Shiro’s organs are going to be worth even less once Ichigo’s jabbed at them a few times. Or he’s going to climb on top of him. It’s always a toss up. If he could be normal without losing his mind to restlessness and lack of sleep they both know he would’ve managed it by now. He sure as hell tried his hardest. He huffs and refuses to give Shiro the satisfaction of seeing him lose his temper. “You’d be madder than me if someone tried selling me for parts.” He slides down in his seat again. He turns to give Shiro a look like that comment deserves instead of like that wording fills him with instant rage and territorialism and protectiveness. Shiro wouldn’t know what was good for him if it punched him in the dick. He can check Shiro over later if he’s not going to be serious about the question. “Funny. You were the first to try that with me.” Maybe not the first to try it, but definitely the first to manage it. “You were the one getting shot at.”

To be fair, the only reason he inserted himself into Ichigo's attempt to pick Yuu up was because A) he just assumed they didn't know each other, and B) he fully anticipated that Ichigo would deck him and they'd get themselves kicked out of the bar after a few good hits. Ichigo's house for a threesome was not on his bingo card. Ichigo takes too long to say the rest of that, and the look on his face guts Shiro a little bit. He's not sure why. He shrugs. "No. Not really." As if he's ever needed permission for anything. "I'm sayin' if you don't want me doin' something, you should say so. If you got preferences, lay 'em on the table for me."

He arches a brow at that tone, looking out the windshield. "Yeah, babe?" He kind of expects that'll piss Ichigo off, but he's not worried about it. He's driving, Ichigo's bleeding. He makes another turn, heading further away from the bar and from Ichigo's apartment and into the seedier side of one of the business districts. "I'm just layin' the rules out. It'll be fine. I've been patched up there several times I still have all of my organs. As far as I know..." He shrugs. "Mine probably aren't worth anything though. Yours're way cleaner than mine." Ok now he's teasing. He laughs, "Get hurt in normal ways like normal people, and go to a normal hospital."

The question about his wellbeing is weirdly unexpected. It shouldn't be, he understands, but it is and it earns a moment of hesitation, before he defaults to sarcasm and humor. "Like physically? Peachy. You're not the first guy to throw me onto my back and dive on top. I'm not the one bleeding."