Seeking Solace
His fingertips were always cold. It was a reminder of just how dead he was. Cold fingertips, reminding him of his lack of passion. Touching Grimmjow warmed his hands. In Grimmjow, he found an odd sort of comfort. He was almost certain the sixth didn't do it on purpose. But he knew what it was.
Grimmjow was warm. His hands were always warm, his chest was always warm, between his legs was warm. Ulquiorra couldn't help but subconsciously look for that warmth, for that comfort that Grimmjow so carelessly offered. Grimmjow was alive. So he stayed near Grimmjow, just to warm his fingertips.
The feeling of warmth never went away.
Owari