Whether Shiro wanted him to hear it, or not, Ichigo was desperate to feel Shiro. To know what the hollow was thinking, and feeling. Maybe it was that desperation that his reiatsu answered. Maybe it was something else. Whatever the reason, it was like a far away echo whispering in his mind that helped Ichigo to know.

Easing his hold a bit, he transferred one arm around Shiro's waist, and brought the other up to first card fingers through white hair...then use his teeth to pull his sleeve back, and expose his wrist. A wrist that moved to hover right next to Shiro's hidden face.

"You want to go? Then make me let you go."

Idiot. You just need to get your strength back. That's all.

Leaning in to nuzzle the back of Shiro's neck, Ichigo dropped his voice and whispered in the hollow's ear;

"Bite me. I got this strength back for both of us...so just take it, already."