[How was that even possible? How could Ichigo be from her future? Over a year into her future? That made no sense at all and for a moment all Orihime could do was sit and stare, her hand still. But then Ichigo apologised and she shook herself from her shock, her spoon dropped and she reached across the table as if to make a grab for his hand, but stops before making contact.]
You... you don't have to apologise, you did nothing wrong, Kurosaki-kun! I wasn't afraid.
[She was. For a brief few seconds she had been. There had been something... dark... about Ichigo and it had scared her. Until she'd realised that, dark or light, he was still Ichigo. Under the mask it would always be him. And that she should have been supporting him...]
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[How was that even possible? How could Ichigo be from her future? Over a year into her future? That made no sense at all and for a moment all Orihime could do was sit and stare, her hand still. But then Ichigo apologised and she shook herself from her shock, her spoon dropped and she reached across the table as if to make a grab for his hand, but stops before making contact.]
You... you don't have to apologise, you did nothing wrong, Kurosaki-kun! I wasn't afraid.
[She was. For a brief few seconds she had been. There had been something... dark... about Ichigo and it had scared her. Until she'd realised that, dark or light, he was still Ichigo. Under the mask it would always be him. And that she should have been supporting him...]
I should apologise... I didn't mean to worry you.