Ichigo does fall into the cushions beside her, still wearing the tee and blue jeans he'd left the place with early that morning, unshowered and unshaven but, at the very least, he's eaten - there's still oil from the tangerine's he'd been tearing into in the small kitchen a few minutes ago on his breath and fingers.

He feels, not for the first time, a mess next to Rukia. But there is nothing that he wants to do to fix it.

Tentatively, he rests a hand on her sharp knee. "I just don't know what to do. I keep worrying about being ready for whatever comes next, when it comes. But how can I. Just being here is bad enough without everything else. It's bad enough when I feel like I lost everyone else just as soon as I got you back."

As if realizing quite how many words he's said all at once, he takes his hand back to himself, threading it with the other and folding them between his splayed knees.