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“What the hell’s wrong with you?” There was a tie where Uryu would have been outraged at what Ichigo had done– where there would have been an emotional beside this passive indifference. He cannot quite bring himself to understand what had happened to that person, nor can he quite understand what is actually in front of him right now.
Ichigo was sensitive in his own way, but he could be terribly insensitive at times when it came to other people. It wasn’t a malicious thing, rather it was the kind born from a genuine lack of knowing what to say. Inoue would be better at this, but it wasn’t her who’d fucked up. Nor could he afford to hide people.
The question cuts through him and he tries to pretend it doesn’t. He lowers the plate in his hand, setting it aside so he can run a hand through his bangs. ‘ A lot, thanks for being so kind about it. ‘ For once his tone changes, just enough to snap at Ichigo. ‘ What do you want me to do? I really don’t have the energy to be pissed off at you, and I’m not anyway. I told you, I have more on my mind than just you. If you want someone to be pissed off so you can feel better, you’re going to have to go somewhere else. ‘
That’s not fair to say, and he knows. It’s a weak attempt to try and console his friend, but an attempt nevertheless. Ichigo has never been the most gentle. But Uryu isn’t in the mood to handle his abrasive form right now.
