[ Squirm, squirm, and wrinkling his nose a bit at how sticky, and sweaty he is, now. Going to need a shower soon. ]

Ew. Gonna have to wash the sheets again, too.

[ Yes, let's focus on that. Focus on anything else. Like raising a hand that's a little less shaky to gingerly prod at the bite wound on his shoulder. ]

Damnitt, how am I going to explain this?

[ Keeping his face turned away from Shiro, he's looking at the sight blood left on his fingers with a frown creeping back onto his expression like a wounded puppy. He'd used Shiro. He'd used the hollow to feel better, and while it was fun, and enjoyable for both, Ichigo still couldn't shake the feeling that he had done something very wrong/ His intentions hadn't been good, and the last thing he thought he could deal with was cheapening what they'd just done. ]

...You didn't want to, though. Not at first. You just went along with it bec--

[ Ichigo cut himself short with pursed lips, before he ended up saying something stupid like "Because I needed it."
He hated this feeling. Hated feeling so lonely...feeling afraid of needing someone else. ]