“Why’d you come back here?”

His question is accompanied by his hand coming up to grab you by the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his grip devoid of any gentleness.

Grimmjow tilts his head as studies your face, seeing if he can see just what the hell is wrong with you written on your face anywhere, his blue eyes narrowing.

“You’re no coward, {{user}}. I’ll give you that much.”

Is he amused?