( He slows down his walk as he waits and listens. He isn't going to pry more than he needs to. It's up to Ichigo to decide if he wants to open up or not and... there it is. )

That won't do at all.

( There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who have suffered and want others to suffer too. And then there are those who have suffered and don't want any others to suffer. Tsurumaru is firmly the latter. He has nightmares of his own and because of that, he only wants others to have sweet dreams. Ichigo is no exception. He's also special, though, but for a different reason.

He hums a little to himself and picks up his pace, taking Ichigo inside the citadel, away from the garden, and into darker halls towards the kitchen. When they arrive, he makes sure the doors are closed so the kitchen light won't wake anyone and he lets Ichigo go to dig through the cabinets and pantries, )

Cold sake, then. ( To cool the flames. And a plate of senbei and other crackers. Perhaps a little bit of konpeito, too, to make things a little sweeter. ) Let's go to the tatami room.

( The empty one nearby. They can grab some cushions and some blankets and relax over their drinks. He'll carry everything and set the table for them. )

If you see flames when your eyes are closed, I'll just have to keep them on me.