[Oh, Hitsugaya knows that. Sasuke is nowhere near okay.

With no acknowledgment of his glance from the shinobi, however, Hitsugaya sighs and slowly pushes himself up to get some water. At this rate, Sasuke probably won't notice.]

[It's two or three minutes before he does come back, a glass of water in each hand. He's not exactly moving quickly. Slow and silent is better for not getting caught.]

[He only holds up the water glasses, setting one on the bedside table for Sasuke and taking his own back to where he'd been sitting before.]

Anything else, just ask.

[Although he's pretty sure Sasuke won't.]

[It'll be a while yet, ten minutes after Springfield leaves at least, before he stands up again. This time though he moves onto the bed and slowly slides his back up against Sasuke's.]

[He doesn't turn to look at Sasuke, though he can feel that Sasuke's looking at him.]

Are you comfortable?

If you decide you aren't, I'll move. If you decide you are, I'll stay. Until then, I'll stay.

I'm not talking to myself.

[It's spoken under his breath, more of a sigh than a sentence and not really addressing Sasuke so much as the universe at large.]

...

[That is kind of the opposite of what he's looking for.]

You still haven't answered the question.

[His first instinct is toward sarcasm, but he holds his tongue.]

Yes.

Very well.

[Good.]