[Those liquid gold eyes just look somewhat blankly into Ichigo's amber ones, meeting them evenly and unshakingly. The kiss is warm and inviting, loving, gentle. They're even a little less terrible at it, now. Then he grins a bit]

But you did say it was something you wanted to figure out on your own... that you didn't want to fight me... [the grin fades into a bit of a guilty look] But I guess I could have at least stuck around. [their skin is close, close enough for Shiro's hair to tickle at Ichigo's face] Heh. It's true, isn't it. [he just smiles knowingly and wraps his arms around Ichigo closer, content to lie next to him, even if the sheets are gross]