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17 Months

Chapter 15: Is It A Good Time To Start Panicking?


Week 25

Even though it's Sunday morning, and technically I should be lying comfortably in bed, I can't seem to sleep, so I decided to go for a run. I haven't slept well for weeks. That man is still out there, calculating his next move and we are no further in figuring out just who this man that has this vendetta against me is. It could be any number of people I've had unfortunate dealings with in the past few years. I'm a magnet for violence; I know this!

It's still a bit dewy and chilly so early in the morning. I have black and orange Lycra running pants on with a T-shirt. My human shield isn't with me today though, he's working, and technically I'm not supposed to be out by myself according to him, but I just can't help it. I'm sick of being cooped up in my house, waiting around for people to be free to escort me wherever I wanna go.

These rules he's imposed fuckin' blow and I'm sick of following them. He's like my goddamned keeper lately. He takes me to school, picks me up, tags along while shopping and unless I'm with Chado, Inoue, or Ishida, he insists on being near me when I'm hanging out with anybody else. He even bought me a phone so he can call me and make sure I'm where I say I am or if I need to be picked up from school early or if I'm staying late, I can call him and he comes and gets me. Don't get me wrong, I love being with him, but I also love my alone time, which is seriously lacking in quantity and quality lately. I know he cares and is being protective, but he can't protect me against everything. A car could hit me right now or a stray yakuza bullet, he can't protect me from everything forever.

All our friends and my family know about our engagement. Grimmjow went right up to my dad and prostrated himself on the floor and begged my father to allow him to marry me! I was impressed and mortified at the same time. I thought my dad would throw him out by his ear, but he actually patted Grimm on the head and said, "If only Masaki were here to see this! My Darling, our son has become a man and he's got your taste in men!" I just face palmed and shook my head uncontrollably. How opposite the norm can one man act? Pop told Yuzu and Karin about how Grimmjow saved me and Karin actually thanked him. She punched that blue man right in the arm and told him to take good care of me, so weird. I did not expect that to go easy at all.

I certainly enjoy being alone with just him. Insatiable. That's the word that most describes my pervert. Man, I'm a sucker for his charm. No matter how obstinate I get, he always seems to squirm his way into- "What the hell is this?"

I come up to the park. Squad cars, police tape and people in uniforms looking very busy surround it. There are detectives in suits and long coats talking to a few people dressed in medical garb. What the fuck is going on!? I walk up to the tape and look around.

"Hey! Young man," I turn to my left as a tall, scruffy, middle-aged man walks from the tree line towards me. He's got brown wavy hair tied in a ponytail at the base of his neck, bluish grey eyes and a small goatee. He's got his hands in his pocket, strolling towards me with the confident swagger and couth of a very important man. A petite blonde haired woman trails behind him, doubling her steps to keep up with the older man's long strides. She looks barely old enough to have a job. He yawns and scratches his little beard, "Fu-aaahhh, sorry, Detective Fukushima Kiba." He bows almost unnoticeably, "I've been here since 5:30 after someone anonymously called this in. Ya-aaaaahhh. Shit, pardon me again. So, do you run here a lot, kid?"

I frown and stare down the lazy cop, "Yes. I'm usually here about 5:30 myself during school days, but today is Sunday and I started a bit late."

"Did you run yesterday?"

"No I slept in. What happened here?"

The cop scratches his belly, smacking his tired lips together and looks me up and down, "Someone got killed, kiddo. Have you seen this woman around here by chance?" He holds his hand in the air just to the left and behind him and the other younger female cop walks up and takes a paper out of the accordion folder she has in her hands and hands it to the man in front of me. He looks at the paper for a moment and shakes his head, "Poor girl, so pretty, too. Now are you squeamish, kid? She's covered as much as we could."

I scoff and cross my arms across my chest. The man raises his eyebrows in a taunting gesture and I extend one hand, "I'll try not to puke on your shoes."

"Ok, kid. Don't say I didn't warn ya." He passes over the photograph, "What's your name anyway?"

"Kurosaki Ichi...go" At first glance I almost panic. The long terracotta hair threw me. Her torso is covered but I can tell from her broke down position she is pretty tore up.

"So you know her?"

"No. She just looks like a girl in my class. " I hand back the photo and act as normal as possible. This is it! I bet it's him! I try to relax my stance and look evenly at the man before me.

"One more thing, Kurosaki-kun." He hands the photo back to the woman and she puts it away and fishes out a plastic bag, handing it to the older man with a stoic demeanor. He lifts the bag eye level and peers curiously at it. "She was holding this, maybe snatched it off the perpetrator. Don't suppose you know who this running hat belongs to?"

"Looks like a black hat." The man turns the clear plastic bag around and I see it- The big blue Nike Swoosh of Grimmjow's running hat. The one he must have dropped when he kissed me in this park. That's what he was looking for before he drove away that day. I haven't forgotten a second of that day except for the realization that he didn't have his hat on when we got home. I think I'm gonna be sick but I have to keep it together right now! Shit shit shit! I try hard to match the aloof girl's expression. I snort and make an off-handed comment, "The guy killed her wearing that? And he just left it? Doesn't seem very smart to me."

"No. It doesn't now, does it? Hmm. So ya haven't seen the blue haired person who wears this before, correct?"

"Nope. We done now? I gotta finish my workout and take my sister to practice."

The man chuckles and hands the hat back to his partner, "Sure thing." He fishes in his pocket and retrieves a business card. "Now, if you remember anything, young man, especially about who might have worn that hat, you call me and let me know as soon as possible."

"Sure thing." I repeat as I try not to glower at the patronizing policeman. I turn around and try to put some distance between us. I quicken my pace after I get out of eyeshot from the nosy police officer. I turn and head down the road that will take me straight to Urahara's to tell him what just happened. I hope to every God on the planet Grimmjow can't be identified by genetic testing!

"Cute kid." Kiba Fukushima says as he watches Ichigo run the opposite direction he came from.

"Yeah he was boss! Took all my self control not to bust out like some high school fan girl!" His young female shadow claims as she scrunches the thick folder to her chest. She mock wipes sweat from her brow and huffs exhaustedly.

"You do know that ginger's lying through those perfect pearly whites, Yuri-chan? This all seems pretty fishy to me. Why leave evidence now? Ya better tail him."

"Hai, hai. Poor cute, cute kid."

I get to Urahara's in record time, hardly winded from the long run to the house. I find him taking stock in the store.

"It's starting! It's him! The murderer is the guy! We have to do something! He's trying to frame Grimm!"

"Whoa! Calm down Kurosaki-kun. Explain more clearly." Urahara puts down the clipboard he's writing on and motions for me to sit on the ledge of the platform that sits behind the rows of merchandise.

"We can't sit right now! We have to do something! We have to call Grimm! Tell him to come home now! He has to hide! Hide so they won't take him for something he didn't do!" I'm scrambling around with my hands over my ears and it comes back to me that I have a phone to call him. I take it from my pocket and shakily try to slide open the screen and remember the four digit code to unlock the device. As I'm fumbling, a hand reaches out and slowly takes the phone from my jittery fingers.

"I will call him, Kurosaki-kun. You sit here and calm down." He places the call and Grimmjow picks up in a few rings.

"Hello my young ward... Calm down, he is fine. He is here at the shop... He ran here... No, by himself... I understand he is not supposed to be out alone... I will tell him that. Now please, listen to me. Are you able to come home early from work? A situation has arose and we need you back here as soon as possible... No. I already told you he is fine... Ok. See you soon."

Urahara hangs up and hands me back my phone. "He will be here shortly. He told me to tell you to prepare yourself," He says as he pulls the brim of his hat down further to mask his eyes, "My. He is quite a sadistic fellow, is he not Kurosaki-kun?" I'm not answering that! I just grimace and he moves on. He sighs to the fact I refuse to answer his personal question, "Oh well. We should wait for Grimmjow to come home so we do not have to repeat the story. Let us have some tea."

After fifteen minutes, I hear the door slide open and a pair of boot clad feet walk across the shop floor. We are sitting on the platform behind the merchandise, the teacup at my lips and I'm looking down at the floor. Black boots stop before me and I feel a pair of eyes boring into the top of my scull. A rush of trepidation and excitement runs through my veins. "Be prepared," he said. I wonder what's in store for me this time? I slowly look him up; he hasn't even taken his helmet off. Shit! I can't see his eyes but I know he's loving every moment of my predicament. He's got on a thin black leather jacket, black gloves and dark black, very tight jeans. He's just standing there, arms to his side, slowly flexing his fingers, not making a fist but still like he's anticipating action. The heat rises to my ears and my mouth goes dry, fuck! He's so damned sexy! But, this isn't the time for that!

I look over to Urahara, fan up but not even trying to hide the amusement and fascination in his wide eyes, "Oookayyyyy, start from the beginning and do not leave any details out."

"I... I went for a run," he cocks his head to the side sharply, "Yes! I left the house alone! I'm so fucking bored, but that's not the point! I wouldn't have found out what I did if I hadn't gone out, so fuck off!" He doesn't move, which makes me more uncomfortable, "Somebody killed a woman who looks like Inoue in the park down the street from my house! Some detective started asking me questions, showed me the crime scene photo to see if I knew the girl. They had your hat Grimm! The one you lost in the park that- that day! I completely didn't realize you lost it till he showed it to me in a plastic evidence bag! That girl was found clutching it in her cold, dead hands and now they're looking for you! Do you understand me?! You can go to jail!" I get up and start to pace, "He must be setting you up... Who else would make a point of killing a girl who looks like our friend in our park and plants your hat on her?! How did he know it was your hat in the first place?!

I'm looking down as I'm pacing back and forth. I slam into something, stopping my pacing. It's Grimm; he's got his arms crossed in front of him, staring down at me through his blacked-out motorcycle helmet's visor. Why is he just standing there?! I pound my fist on his chest, "What the fuck, Grimm?! Why aren't you as upset about this as I am?! They give you the death penalty here for murder! I- I- I don't-" My head falls to his chest.

Grimmjow grips me by the arm and I look up. He looks up at Urahara, brings his hand up pointing two fingers at him, then points them upward circling them in the air, then points them to the back of the house. Then I'm being led out of the shop, gripped tight by my still silent partner. "Oi! What the hell is this?! Why won't you talk to me?!" He's still looking forward, clomping his heavy boots on his walk towards the back hall. "Tessai's gonna be pissed you didn't take your boots off- hey watch it asshole!"

He flings his door open and throws me into his room and I hit his bed, "What the fuck! What are you doing?!" He stalks into the room, closing the door behind him as he faces forward, helmet turned in my direction. He lets go of the handle, turns the rest of his body towards me and stares. "What the fuck are you waiting for?! If ya got something to say, say it alr-" There's a wash of strong reiatsu for a brief moment, Grimmjow looks up and nods his head approvingly then goes back to staring at me. "Fine! No one can hear you screaming at me now so go ahead…let me have it! I know! I defied the all mighty king and left the house by myself! So-a-fuckin'-what!" Grimmjow flexes his fingers again...then a hand comes up to grip his crotch. He squeezes himself through his tight black jeans. I was so worked up I didn't see the long, thick bulge in his tight pants. How long was that like that? "Are you serious? Right now? You're fuckin' kidding me, right? I'm not in the mood for that now!"

Grimmjow let's his dick go and brings his black gloved hand up to grip the zipper of his jacket. He unzips it quickly and intently, exposing his naked, defined pecs and washboard abs. I swallow my accumulating saliva as I stare at his naked flesh, "Where the hell is your shirt?" Shit. I said that with a little too much fervor in my tone. I inch back away from him, "C'mon! This is not the time for this!" He brings his hand back to his pants. He tugs at the corner of the low riding garment, unbuttoning and unzipping them in one fell swoop, exposing the trail end of light blue hair and base of his thick, stiff member. His pants are so tight; he has to pry himself loose with his leather-clad glove. The sight of his cock in his black-covered hand puts me in a trance. I can't look away, I can't move, I watch him stroke and fondle his rigid sex. He brings his other hand up to beckon me to him but I still can't move, mesmerized by the filthy fondling before me. He stomps his booted foot and I snap out of it. He points to me then points to the floor before him.

"Huh? ...unn." I utter softly. I'm whipped. I can't deny this man anything. I'm wrapped around his finger and he knows this. I stand from the bed, strip off my shirt and slowly step up to him. He's not going to say a word, is he? He's not gonna take that helmet off. I stare at myself in his blacked-out visor. Well, two can play this game. Let's see how long he can hold out before I can make him squeal. So, I smirk and start fixing my spikes and checking my teeth in the reflection, then I plant a big kiss on the front of his helmet as I stare smugly beyond the reflection.

He grips my shoulder and shoves me down to my knees. I chuckle and look back up to my masked man, "This what you want?" I run my hands up his legs and squeeze his thighs, "You want me to fuck you with my mouth?" I squeeze again and he clasps his hands over mine. I remove my hands and grab his right wrist, "I like these gloves." I put his index finger in my mouth all the way in, then pull it out, biting the end of the glove and tugging it in my teeth. I do the same with the pinky and the next one then his middle finger. I yank off the glove the rest of the way, grab it from my teeth and put it on my right hand, admiring the black against my sun kissed skin. I grab his other wrist with my gloved hand and pull off the other glove quicker with my fingers and place it on my left, "Very nice." I practically moan out the words.

I see his cock twitch from the corner of my eye, "What's got you stirring? Is it the gloves?" No movement, "Hmmmmmm," it twitches again, "is it my voice? It is, isn't it?" I raise an eyebrow and smile winningly up at my man, "Mmm. How ironic." I take my leathered hands and run them back up his legs beyond his thighs, up to his exposed torso. I run them along his stomach, under along his chest lines and over his hardened nipples, mnn-ing and ahh-ing as I caress his body. I hold him by his exposed hips and lean towards his bobbing heavy member, open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out.

I pause for just a moment looking at my reflection in the visor looking down at me, and then envelop his length entirely in my mouth. My lips hit the skin around his base and when his tip hits the back of my throat, my blue haired devil's body shutters violently but wordlessly. I wonder if he knows I've been practicing taking him in further? Every time I've been swallowing him in a little more, but today I reached the base without feeling like choking. Being in this position sure makes it easier. I pull him out, take a deep breath, and deep throat him again. He convulses once more, hands tangling in my orange hair and gripping impulsively hard. I pull him out again and take him back in, and at the end, I shake my head back and forth and try to moan, but the moan comes out as a growl 'cuz I have to use my voice in the lower part of my throat. This is what does him in.

"Uhnnnn hnnn!" He muffles and pulls me off of him. There's a trail of saliva still connecting us as I look up half lidded and leer knowingly, "Why you little-" He yanks me up, one hand at the back of my neck, the other, under my arm. He hauls me to the bed and throws me on my side, pulling off my pants in the process and flinging them to the ground. My blue sadist lifts my left leg into the air and shimmies his body over the other. For a second I'm afraid he's going to take me with no preparation, but he shoves three fingers in my mouth and I get the idea I should coat them quickly before he takes them back.

Grimmjow removes his digits from my mouth and before I can warn him to be careful, he shoves two of them into my lower entrance. "Ungh! Grimm!" I can't even bring myself to tell him to be careful now; it feels so good, him violating me. He thrusts his fingers in hard and fast on an angle that just barely hits my sweet spot. I can tell this is going to be teasingly painful since his first assault backfired. I have to think of a good way to get him to come undone.

He shoves the third finger in me and, "Oh, yeeaaaah," I pant at the stretching. Grimm must really be impatient 'cuz he only thrusts in a few times. He removes his fingers and grabs my leg and holds his hand in front of my mouth, waving it like I should give him something. I know it's for me to spit into and I do so. He nods approvingly as he slathers his cock with the poor excuse for lube.

Grimm spreads my cheek, positioning himself at my slicked hole, and slowly… agonizingly pushes himself in. "Unnnnnnn," in this side position, one leg is locked underneath him and the other is grasped by the ankle so I have no traction to push against him. He's in complete control of the pace and pressure, which he's well aware of. He takes me slowly; it would almost be sweet if I didn't know better. He wants me to beg for it. I gotta think of something quick before it really goes that way.

He changes angles and targets my prostate directly, thrusting slowly, but right at the end he presses hard right on the sensitive gland. "Ah ah shiiiiiii...hnnnn," I look up at my helmeted man and watch my own blushing, half lidded gaze in the dark, shiny reflection.

I take a deep breath and stare longingly at him. Using my sexiest deep tenor I can muster I begin, "Grimmjow. Ahhhh hah. You make me feel soooooo gooooood."

There's a hitch in his rhythm.

I run one gloved hand through my orange spikes and bite my other fist, "Hnnnn nnn,"

I run the hand from my mouth down to my chest and fondle my left nipple, "Grimm... I'm touching myself. Do you like watching me touch myself?"

I hear his breath shudder and his pace quickens a bit.

My hand trails down to my hard, throbbing cock. I grip it, softly running the leather over the sensitive, soft skin, "Unnnnnn, Grimmjow. My cock is so hard, it's dripping wet…Look." I run my thumb over my hole and pull away, a stream of precum follows.

He's openly panting now.

"Ahhhhhnnnnn, Grimmjow! Look, you're inside me... Hnnn! Your cock is in me, in my ass...ah ah hu uhnnnnnnnmm!"

"Son of ahhhhhhhhhhh," resonates from the helmet. He smacks my hand away from my cock and starts stroking it furiously as he pounds my sweet spot hard and fast. But, he unravels first and I feel his hot seed against my aching erogenous zone as he voices his pleasure, "Hunnnnnn hmmmm mmmm!"

Watching his undoing makes me cum hard, "Hahhhhhhhhh hnnnn uhng!" Thick strands of my orgasm stream from my cock and onto his hand and navy blue sheets. I'm still for a few moments, caught in the delight of our mutual gratification. Then, I stare up into my now silent partner and whisper in my sated state, "you feel better now?" No answer. "Grimm?"

I sit up and he pulls his softening member loose. The loss off him inside me always feels a little sad. I pull off the gloves and go for his helmet, unsnapping the strap and unthreading it. I tug it off and see weary, red eyes.

"Why? Why is this happening to us? I just got here. I don't wanna go… Ichi?"

"Oh, baby!" I let his helmet fall from my fingers and I hold him to me as I fall back to the mattress kissing his lips. His words wrench through my mind and body. "I love you forever, I'll never let you go."

My arms and legs are wrapped around him and I squeeze him hard. He gasps for air and I laugh at my ability to wind this strong man in my arms. "Take it easy Tricky Berry, you want me to suffocate instead?" Grimmjow jests under his breath.

"I just wish I could squeeze all my love into you so you can feel what I'm feeling. I know I've been pretty pessimistic about, well, everything that's been happening and I'm sorry. We will find a way to get this guy and make him pay for his crimes. I know we will. I just can't sit on the sidelines watching the rest of you while I do nothing. Besides, you're as vulnerable as I am, you know, even more now that he's started this frame job."

"This totally fuckin' sucks!" Grimmjow yells into my neck, "I was just gonna tell ya somethin' good today and now, this!"

"What? What is it?" I stare down at him curiously.

"I was gonna start a new job next week. A construction apprenticeship at the new high rise they're building in the middle of town. Unagiya actually got it for me. She said I needed ta level up my career skills since I'll be providing fer two soon."

"You told her? How'd she take it?"

"Fine babe, don't get so nervous. Everybody seems ta be reacting ta our engagement excitedly."

"Yeah, well, it won't always be like that so be careful who you divulge that information to. It's sad, in this day and age you can still be demonized for your sexual preferences."

"Oh, don't worry, my new boss is gay, and he has a zero tolerance policy at his job sites. No one's gonna bother me there."

My stomach drops and a sharp pain stabs in my chest. What's wrong with me? Why am I so angry all of the sudden?

"What's up with ya? Why'd ya go all stiff in my arms and not in a good way?" Grimmjow inquires as he backs away to stare into my face.

I click my tongue and sigh, "Ugh, I don't know! When am I going to meet this person and how long have you been hiding him from me?"

"Dude. I just met him three days ago and just found out today he has an opening fer me."

I snort at his terrible choice of words, "I'm sure he has!"

"What?! I said apprenticeship! Job! Not-" Grimm sits up, hovering over me. His eyes go wide and a huge multi-toothed grin forms on his face, "are you... jealous?! Oh man! And I thought I was the irrational one! Are ya gonna beat him up if he try's somethin'? Are ya gonna defend yer territory? Are ya gonna mark me so everyone knows I'm yers?"

He is way too giddy about this for his own good, "Shut up! Stupid Dick!" He laughs hysterically and I grab him and pull him towards me. I chomp down on his neck under his ear and suck really hard.

"Argh ah! What the fuck!" He tries to pull me off but I latched my arms around his neck. I let up on the painful part and start licking his wound, "Uhnnn, ya crazy vampire. That's gonna be there fer a while."

"Yeah it is. Serves you right. Don't tease me or you might just get what you ask for."

"Hmm, ya promise?" He turns his head and starts kissing where he can reach and I turn to capture his lips with my own, "Mmm…we should really...get back ta Urahara." He pulls away, "Oh, that reminds me. I've been looking fer an apartment. As much as I love this arrangement, having ta ask fer the kido barrier and all the snickering that ensues after we come out of here is gettin' pretty old. The apprenticeship is ten weeks, and then if I pass, I'll start work and get a much bigger paycheck, one that will be able ta pay for a place of our own. Since I'm not afraid of heights, working on the higher floors pays a lot more. I thought construction would be a good skill ta learn fer the future. I like working with my hands."

I look at him with adoration. Wow. He really wants to stay here. I can't deny him that if that's what he really wants. "Grimm, even if I get my reiatsu back, do you still want to be human?"

"Yes. I'm ninety-nine point nine-nine percent positive that's what I want. The only redeeming quality of being a hollow is my power. What else is there? Fighting? Well, I do like fighting but it's not like we can have much of a life in Hueco Mundo and it's not like we'd be welcome in Soul Society. I think here would be the best option. Now if I could just have powers as a human..."

"Yep. That would be great, wouldn't it," I sigh. I've been doing a lot of sighing lately.

"I know Ishida was born a Quincy but, how did the Big Guy and Hime get their abilities? Sure'd like ta get in on that."

"They just manifested after I got my Shinigami powers. They have no clue how it happened, just that they wanted to become stronger and it happened."

"Did it have something ta do with being close to a Shinigami?"

"No, we don't think so. Take my sisters for instance, Karin has some reiatsu but, Yuzu has little to none and my dad has been around them all this time."

"Well maybe that's where we start, tryin' ta figure out how their abilities work."

"Yep, but we got another mystery to solve first. Ugh, better get ready to take the walk of shame."

"Aw, babe! I'm not the least embarrassed by what we do and you shouldn't either."

"Ack! I know! But, they're so brutal! Especially Yoruichi," I huff indignantly, "she gets worse every time."

He pats my back patronizingly and placates, "Poor baby, do ya want me ta stick up fer ya against that bully?"

I push him off the bed, "No, dummy! Don't say anything!"

"Fuck! Sometimes I think yer reiatsu flashes back with yer anger. You get these ungodly bursts of rage, sheesh! Chill, I won't say anything. We'll be out of here soon anyway. Ok now, back ta Urahara." He gets up off the floor and tucks himself back in his pants."

"Change! You got stains on the side of your pants from where you laid in my spunk!"

"Oh! Oops, haha. Forgot I did that." He goes to pull off his jacket and pants to change.

"Why don't you have a shirt on and were the hell's your underwear, huh?"

"I was changing into my work clothes when I got the call, and I can't wear underwear with these jeans, they'd get all bunched up and I'd be pickin' them outa my ass all day long, no thanks."

I just shake my head. What else can I do? "We might as well take a shower." I get up and go to the closet and pull out a hand towel to wipe up myself and any remnants I see on Grimm. I throw my clothes and his in the hamper and take out two towels to wrap around ourselves when we walk next door to the bathroom.

"Back to the real reason you're here." Grimmjow exhales hard, "Fuck! When we catch this guy I will be put in jail! It's gonna take every one of our friends and family ta pry me off of his cold dead body."

We walk into the hall to go into the bath, "Can't kill him, Grimm. You know this." No one is here spying on us, good.

"He fuckin' killed someone! He doesn't deserve ta live! Who knows who else he's killed or who he's gonna kill next? Gotta nip this in the bud before it gets more outta hand."

"You're right," Grimm turns on the shower and I walk in the water closet to pee, "It's hard enough having one death on my hands," I call from the open door.

"Don't think that way, what that guy chooses to do is not your fault." He kisses my cheek as we switch places and I get under the steamy water. "I don't get it either how that girl got my hat. That was months ago," The toilet flushes, "and the only other person there was that old guy walkin' that poodle smokin'...his..."

Grimmjow stops in his tracks walking back towards the shower. He's staring off into space, fixated on whatever's going through his mind. "Grimm? ...Griiiiiiimm?" I walk out of the spray to stand in front of my catatonic lover. I touch his cheek and he blinks out of it, looking down at me with an apologetic look.

"W-what, Grimm?!"