The second floor of Kurosaki Clinic was bathed in pale morning light filtering through thin curtains. Souga opened his eyes and immediately realized the ceiling was unfamiliar. Memories from last night came flooding back. Hollow. Ichigo. Rukia. Karakura Town. He sighed and pushed himself up. He hadn't thought he'd be able to sleep, but somehow he'd drifted off. He must have been exhausted. The body doesn't lie. The sound of dishes came from downstairs. Someone was preparing breakfast. Souga noticed he'd slept in his clothes and felt a bit awkward as he left the room. At the bottom of the stairs, Ichigo was in the cramped dining area. He'd slammed two pieces of toast onto the table and was sitting deep in a chair. No butter. No anything. It was unclear whether he even wanted to eat. "[cold]Sit down." It was a command. Souga felt a slight irritation, but he didn't have the energy to argue. He pulled out the chair across from Ichigo. On the table were two bowls of miso soup, steam