"A fate worse than death for someone I know," Rukia chuckled. But he'd been awake at such a dreadful hour? That must have been lonely. "You're not tired?" Her hand gravitated toward his almost instinctively the moment his fingers moved. Their hands fit well together, she thought. She liked the callouses he bore, and the contrast of his dusky skin against her porcelain complexion.

It might have looked far more romantic if her hair was combed and she wasn't wearing pajamas, but such things mattered little, especially after they'd been apart for so long.

She really was turning into a love-addled fool, she sighed happily to herself. It was normal to get twitterpated with her first love, that much she knew for a certainty.

"Does it feel as if time has passed for you, or does it all pass in an instant?" she asked out of curiosity, claiming her seat...

...and dragging it around the table so she could sit beside him while they ate.