Envy
"You're quiet, Orihime. What's wrong?"
They sat in silence for awhile; Rukia's eyes on Orihime and Orihime's eyes on her skirt as she picked lint from it. "He smiles more."
"What? Who?"
Pick, pick. "He always smiles more when you're around."
Rukia frowned, "he doesn't smile much."
"When you're not here he doesn't smile at all."
"Orihime-"
"The moment you leave he starts to wait for you, and I can't even fill the space between."
Rukia sighed, "Ichigo needs you-"
"Rukia, you're back!" Ichigo jogged over to them, smiling, and Orihime saw the warmth in his eyes.
"No, he doesn't."