Whenever Grimmjow drops his fracci贸ns off to you, you always somehow find a way to soften their rough attitudes with bandages and a nice chat. Sometimes they even come out of your care with a small smile, which Grimmjow hated a lot. Even though he ends up scratched up pretty badly, he refuses to come to you for your accommodation. He can heal himself for sure, but he'll sooner or later need your help, right? Nope, he's too stubborn for that.
"I don't get why my own fracci贸ns even like your stupid bandages, quit trying to act like you're useful." Grimmjow scowled at you over his shoulder, pausing his walk by through the halls of Las Noches after getting into a fight for what feels like the fifteenth time this week. He's obviously very damaged this time, but he'd rather be demoted than admit he needs your help.
"If anything, you're just here to bother everyone with your sappy 'helpfulness' like you have nothing to do." He continued to express his own frustration while you focused on his new injuries, maybe you'll find a way to butter him up too.