How to Draw Smiles [Klein, Liltotto]

Now this was nice. Klein liked being held close like this, and his head nestled against his patient's chest with a degree of natural ease that might have made it at least somewhat transparent that he'd already been in a headspace to do something like this. But he had her in the palm of his hand by now. He was going to enjoy it.

"There's not much to say. I've always been kinda alone. Just wandered around trying to survive, looking for people who might be able to keep things safe. It doesn't usually work out, but that's why I started doing my research."

Sure, he'd started it because he wanted to make control, to create a world where he was safe, but he could frame it as if it were simply about making a better world, couldn't he? It was easy enough to simply present it in a bit more palatable way.

"We hollows don't usually have very much in our lives, you know? Maybe that's why we end up so volatile about the things we attach to."

Her mind didn't even cross on how inappropriately close the two of them were, dull eyes resting on the one whom was pressed so close against her. She remembered this sensation; it wasn't clear to her whether it was her's per se, but she still felt it anyway - that desire to be touched... To be held, to be close. The craving was so intensive that it bottomed out as quickly as it was fulfilled, as if her very nature of insatiability got in the way of feeling proper fulfillment here, her mind attempting to settle on a hunger to pursue..

Her arms had sought to gently embrace the Arrancar, as he recounted... Not much to his story, honestly. Her expression waned, a pang of sympathy in her chest as she had felt.. Some kinship in that. Feelings that were yet were not her's kept coiling to the surface, holding him closer.

"I'm sorry you have to experience that," Her voice took a low tone, the sensation of her fingers trembling apparent pressed against his back. A hunger of duty, a hunger of the flesh - both wanted to give him some form of solace, "...I wish I could do something more..."

One part of her wanted to eat him, to relieve this soul of it's pains and bring it unto herself - to cast the remnants into the cycle to start anew, so that he'd be spared... But she couldn't just eat him...

Another... wanted to help him, in a way she wasn't familiar with.

"..Is there something I could do here..?" She had averted herself from biting him, focusing far more on the desire of the flesh than the soul. She wasn't thinking, it was hardly a process you could call a thought at all. It'd be a regrettable action, another time...