Okay, so someone requested that I write a second chapter, and I thought "why the hell not."
It occurred to him some time later that she could wear a gigai, if she really wanted to see him.
But he wouldn't want to see her like that. He wanted their next meeting to be one both could remember with happiness, not with promises neither could keep.
"Sometimes I wish you would borrow a gigai from Urahara and come visit me." He said into the silence.
He never expected a reply, but the silence that pounded on his eardrums was worse torture than when he had to say goodbye.