Doubts
He knew it was wrong, what they were doing was wrong. Grimmjow sighed and stared up at the starless sky of Heuco Mundo, the backwards lunar moon was suspended low in the sky making him feel small. He sighed, Aizen probably knew as well but didn't say anything. Bastard was probably curious to how things will plan out. He turned on his side, facing his lover while he was fast asleep. His chest moved slowly up and down, his shinigami clothes were slightly open revealing his smooth, tone chest. His orange hair had small grains of white sand from previous activities. At the moment Grimmjows doubts went away.
Even if it was only for a little while.