Keman held Orihime just as tightly. He didn't want to let go. If he let go, she might as well. He didn't want to be alone right now. It did feel a little odd, to be holding her and not Shana. Shana was taller than Orihme, and--

A small, shuddering sob escaped his own lips. He couldn't think about his sister right now. It hurt far too much.

Eventually, Orihime pulled away slightly, and Keman loosened his grip. "That's all right," he said, laughing slightly. How very like her to say that.

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "I think I'll live."