[Shiro would realize it later, when he thought about it, how what he said mirrored what Ichigo felt. When he stepped out of the realm of the living and into the world of Shinigami and Hollows. How he'd gained the power to be the Savior of worlds... or the Destroyer. Going back to what was "normal" would be empty.
It felt good to get it off his chest. The hole felt a little lighter, less leaden. It was nice to be needed, to be trusted, to be wanted. That wasn't something he could have gotten from the inside. Not so quickly.
In an instant, he turns, throwing his arms around Ichigo and burying his face in his other's chest.
This. Being in Ichigo's soul was one thing. Even though it was so close, it wasn't touching. There was never any touching. No real contact. This is what made it worthwhile. Body to body contact. Heat and breath and life and the warm comfort.
He lifts his head a bit so that his voice isn't muffled]
... if we go home, I have to go back inside, don't I?
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It felt good to get it off his chest. The hole felt a little lighter, less leaden. It was nice to be needed, to be trusted, to be wanted. That wasn't something he could have gotten from the inside. Not so quickly.
In an instant, he turns, throwing his arms around Ichigo and burying his face in his other's chest.
This. Being in Ichigo's soul was one thing. Even though it was so close, it wasn't touching. There was never any touching. No real contact. This is what made it worthwhile. Body to body contact. Heat and breath and life and the warm comfort.
He lifts his head a bit so that his voice isn't muffled]
... if we go home, I have to go back inside, don't I?