( With Ichigo leaned against him though, his eyes shift, glancing over in his direction for a moment before looking out at the sunset. He makes sure to stay still, not wanting to disturb Ichigo's moment.

It makes everything seem more red. The maple leaves that cover the mountains and spot the gardens around the citadel seem a deeper and more vivid shade of red and Tsurumaru loves it. Red is, after all, one of his favorite colors.

Everything feels so picturesque he almost finds himself becoming caught in it completely and forgetting himself. His hand curls into the grass and leaves as for the briefest moment, he considers taking Ichigo's hand... ah, no, he isn't sure. He's never been very good with these feelings. )

I'm glad too. ( He's so bad at these moments. ) I was worried I'd have to carry you all the way back if you didn't wake up. I don't think my back could handle it.