A/N: Yeah, I forgot to upload this yesterday. My mom had to go in for a surgery so I spent the day taking care of her. This story has gotten 1002 hits, so I'm really excited about that! It's a shame there aren't a few more reviews though...*hint hint*. Anyways, I should say now that this is likely going on hiatus until March when I'll have time to write some more. I have a decent amount of future chapters written, but the next one in the sequence hasn't been written yet. I've been much more 'into' 64 Theme Drabbles [please check it out!], so I've been slacking. My apologies. I'll be one of those people who say that perhaps some reviews would give me incentive to get writing, haha. Whether or not it goes on hiatus, I'm not giving up on this story!

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It was a long day, for both of them. It was almost disgusting how antagonizing the events of one day could be. They were both drained of energy, but in different ways. It was dark by the time Senna woke up, glad she didn't somehow fall out of the tree - it has happened before, when she slept in them.

The entire walk back to his apartment, she dwelled on what she could possibly say to Uryuu. It annoyed her, and a feeling of guilt plagued her. When she arrived and found the door unlocked, and nobody there, she figured he was still out.

Immediately, her mind went to the worst.

"Of course she said yes, and they're probably out on a date, huh?"

Frowning, she made her way to the futon, where she proceeded to lay down yet again. She didn't even see the note he left her on the table.

As for Uryuu, he walked home in a huff. It wasn't obvious from looking at him, he remained in his typical composure, but inside his mind, he wished he would have been able to do worse to the perverted delinquent. It confused him as to why- since a punch should have been sufficient for someone who took advantage of a woman.

He hated admitting that she wasn't just a typical woman to him anymore. Somehow, they formed a strange kind of bond.

His hand reached for the door knob, and his eyes widened as he felt that it was still unlocked. Maybe she hadn't returned. He thought he told her to lock the door after her. Opening it, he walked inside, and almost tripped over her shoes on the floor.

"So she's here after all."

Sliding off his shoes, replacing them with his slippers, and shutting the door behind him, he took his jacket off, sliding it on the back of a chair.

"Uryuu...that's you, right?"
"Yes, Senna, it's me," Uryuu answered, sounding both relieved, and annoyed, at the same time. Who else would be at his apartment? Or was she expecting someone else for whatever reason?

"Did you have fun on your date?"
"What date?" His face began to heat up. Why would she think that? But then he saw that his note was untouched, left in the exact same spot. "You didn't see my note."

"You left me a note, telling me you were going out on a date?"
"I told you it wasn't a date! Besides, I left before any food was served."

His eyes watched as she sat up from the futon. She still wasn't looking at him- because she still didn't know how to face him. He was pretty adamant that he wasn't on a date. Just where was he, and what happened, she wondered.

"How was your day, Senna?"
"I should ask you the same thing-"
"Please answer me."

She turned from her position to see that Uryuu had sat down at the table, and was playing with a piece of paper. He wasn't facing her, and aside from his tone, showed no indication of caring to interact with her.

"It was okay."
"What did you do?"
"Why are you interrogating me? You could at least look at me while you-"
"I can't look at you."
"Did I do something?"
"It wasn't you who did anything."

God did she hate how ambiguous he was being. She wanted badly to ask him about his own day, find out the answer to his confession.

"She said no, by the way."
"What?"

She wasn't expecting him to offer up the information. Especially not if he got rejected. It was like he read her mind, and was giving her the answer she was looking for.

"I told her, and she said she couldn't accept my feelings."
"I-I don't know what to say. I thought about it all day too-"
"You thought about what to say to me, all day?"
"Most of the day," standing up from the futon, she walked over to the table, she saw the paper that Uryuu had been fiddling with. It was from a notebook. "What's that?"

"The note I left for you. I was out at a dinner with students from my class. Arisawa-san placed highly in her karate competition."
"That's good! I didn't see the letter though- Uh...why did you come back so soon?"
"I suppose it's not important."

Carefully she lifted her hand, and placed it on his shoulder. She was treating him as if he were a fragile doll, who was liable to fall apart. She felt as if he was in that moment. Something was different.

"Please tell me. We've talked about a lot now, you can tell me."
"Just like you can tell me what happened to you!"

Amber eyes widened, as her grip on his shoulder tightened. His body tensed. He felt like he lashed out at her, but he felt as if it was necessary. She didn't want to tell him what happened, what touches she experienced.

He didn't want to tell her about what words he experienced.

"I...I can't tell you, because you-"
"I already heard about it."

Suddenly, a weight was on his shoulders. Dark spots began to collect on his shirt as her tears fell onto him. She could feel his breathing grow heavier, and his heartbeat quicken, even though it wasn't the focus of her attention.

"I wasn't expecting it. I only wanted to be with someone. I knew you were with her, I was almost sure she was going to say yes. I felt lonely. I've been alone in this world, but I've never felt lonely until today. I told him to stop-"
"I hit him."
"What?"
"He was at the dinner, and after he ran his mouth about you, as to be expected of his type, I hit him."

Stunning. Senna couldn't move herself at all.

"I..."
"I've been thinking of what to tell you about my situation as well. I set myself up for failure before I began. I know you'll likely hold what happened against her, but don't."
"She hurt you."
"Nothing I wasn't expecting. The 'best' part, was that right after I confessed, she told me that she 'loves' Kurosaki, who interrupted at that moment. I never should have said anything in the first place but-"
"Don't. You know now, don't you? I'm not who you want, but I'm here for you too."
"I know you are. That's one thing I was certain about, as well."

She couldn't believe how relieved she was to hear he was rejected. It was selfish. She already knew that it was selfish of her to feel that way, but it didn't mean she had to tell him that. A certain feeling, an indescribable one, moved through her as he confirmed his faith in her. Maybe she was seeing it as faith, but that's what he intended, and was offering it as.

They had been in that position for longer than he would have expected. Uryuu sighed, as he lifted a hand up to hold onto one of Senna's arms. He usually hated people getting close to him. Even earlier, when Inoue touched him, a friendly touch on the arm, he felt himself heat up. He didn't feel that way around this girl anymore. The line blurred, as soon as she entered his bed.

"This isn't very comfortable, is it?"
"Comfort, huh?"
"What are you talking about?"

'That's what this was, wasn't it? Someone comforting you.' Throughout his life, Uryuu felt as though he was never properly comforted when he needed it. No matter the occasion, he was treated as if he should move on alone.

"I'm perfectly comfortable right here."

She smiled hearing that. Even though her back felt strained, any amount of pain didn't matter. He was accepting her offer of comfort. Just as she was letting him comfort her too - though she had nothing to complain about, at least in her mind.

"I'll do this for you whenever you want, you know."
"I know. Thank you."

And neither of them felt lonely.

"Things will go back to normal, now, right?"
"I can't see why they wouldn't."

"Can I sleep in your room again tonight?" muffling her voice in her arm, Senna's tears had stopped a while back, and her eyes began to sting. However, she couldn't help but ask that question. A smile even formed on her face, as Uryuu's face heated up.

"I-If you must."
"Your bed is more comfortable than the futon, so that's why I asked."
"I wouldn't have expected any other reason."