“S-Sorry…” More out of habit than anything, he apologized for his previous sentence.
Feeling Grimmjow’s hand trace his hair comforted him more than he would have ever thought. He felt warm and protected as those big arms held him close, as that big hand caressed him gently, as he cried on that broad chest. He tightened his hold even more, not wanting to let go, quite resembling a child not wanting his mother to go away.
“But it’s fine. Let it out.” And he did. He hadn’t cried this much in a long, long time, always choosing to ignore or withstand the pain. All of it had accumulated inside him, now boiling up and being released all at once.
After some time, the pain faded away and his thought began to clear. The chokes and sobbs died down, the tears eventually stopped, leaving him tired, sniffling against Grimmjow, who had held him for all this time.
Itachi shook his head a bit. “No. Don’t.”
Although not wanting it, he pulled himself away from the comfortable embrace. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes once more, now feeling calm.
“I don’t want to ruin your day any more.” He smiled a small, watery smile up at Grimmjow.
“Thank you, Grimmjow. Thank you a lot. You’re a great friend.” He hesitated a bit. “If… if you want to know something… just ask. If I don’t feel ready to talk I will just say so. I feel like I owe you an explanation.”
Grimmjow kept silent as Itachi wept. He was never really good with words when it came to situations like these, so he kept his mouth shut, which was probably the wisest thing to do. For him, at least. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there like that - Grimmjow was barely aware of the seconds that trickled past, pooling together and turning into minutes. Eventually, though, the sobs died down, and the dampness that had made itself known on his shirt stopped spreading. It seemed that Itachi was all out of tears.
When Itachi pulled himself away from him, Grimmjow let him, and now, the bastard was starting to talk nonsense again. Grimmjow nearly rolled his eyes at them, but didn’t, choosing to simply let Itachi finish his little speech since it seemed important to him, and maintained the unreadable expression on his face. He could not understand why Itachi thought that he owed Grimmjow that, and he most certainly did not agree with the raven-haired male’s words.
If he wanted to know Itachi, he would have wanted Itachi to tell him about himself on his own terms. For matters of importance, anyway. Grimmjow himself had never liked it when people pried into his private affairs, so he never asked people about subjects that were sensitive to them. That was not to say that he would never open up. He would, but only when he was ready.
“Bullshit. You owe me nothing,” Grimmjow said bluntly, as usual. He watched as Itachi’s hands finally fell to his sides. “I won’t ask. You’ll be ready to talk about it when you are. I’ll only ask ya if it’s important.”
Frowning slightly, he reached out and brushed a few more strands of hair that had managed to kiss Itachi’s forehead again.
“Yer not bein’ a bother; my day hasn’t been ruined at all.” The strands now tucked away, Grimmjow stepped away from Itachi, making his way to the door. He glanced at Itachi over his shoulder. “You take care of yourself, aite? Call me if you need anything.”