#we have a uhaul and some friends slated for Saturday to help us get th bed and other big items out

[white--moon]

That smirk and the way Ichigo's looking at him is a good look on Ichigo. Honestly, everything's a good look on the handsome asshole. It's unfair and so hard on Shiro's self control.

From his seat on the edge of Ichigo's bed, he watches that rag get tossed into the sink and works on shaking himself out of his flattered stupor. Ichigo's just a different type from those he typically spends time around. He's just a half decent person, that's all. They're simple gestures that don't mean anything.

His attention zeros in on the open hand and the half tablet being offered him. Lifting his hand to accept is an automated response, before he catches himself. He smirks, shakes his head, and reaches for the glass Ichigo brought him instead. "Tempting. But nah, that's for you." He takes a drink, then pats the space beside him, "You gonna sit down or what? I don't like you loomin' over me." And he doesn't feel like standing up, for obvious reasons. But he's mostly joking; Ichigo doesn't intimidate him like that and he may be naked and a little shaky but he doesn't feel all that vulnerable either.

He huffs a laugh, “Gimme another few minutes and it’s probably gonna be both.”

Before Ichigo even says he wants to argue, Shiro can tell that’s exactly what’s happening just by the way he looks at the bed. Part of him wants to tell Ichigo not to get too comfortable, and he surprises himself when he realizes it’s because he just sort of expects Ichigo to end up moving in with him. His thoughts all stagger to a halt for a moment. He huffs out a sarcastic “Ha ha. Then I’d be the one pitying you when I had to pick your ass up off the floor.” Not that that would be happening right now, while he shuffles as much as walks over to Ichigo’s bed.

He hears that water turn on and thinks a hot shower sounds nice, but this isn’t the first time he’s gone to bed coated in his own and someone else’s fluids. Before he actually settles down, though, Ichigo’s back with a damp cloth. It’s a weirdly sweet gesture that he kind of just stares at for a moment, before accepting. “Thanks.” He’s too caught off guard by it to be a smart ass. He watches Ichigo walk away and starts wiping himself up, both his stomach and the mess trying to leak down his inner thigh. He sits down on the bed when he’s done, not sure what to do with the cloth, or what to do about someone else taking care of him. How is he supposed to quit getting attached when Ichigo does things like this? Sure, Shiro was being sarcastic about Ichigo tucking him in and getting him a drink, but even that is a surprisingly nice gesture and now helping him get cleaned up? It’s all so nice it’s almost weird.

“Where d'you want this?” He asks, shaking the cloth a little, when Ichigo returns with his drink.