Grimmjow was much less bothered about having a seat than Apache was. He snorted at Szayel's comment about sharing and parked himself on the floor near the front. It hurt his ribs to do so, but he'd rather sit on the floor and have to grit his teeth when he got back up again than sit anywhere near Szayel. He'd had all he could take of that freak on his last visit to the infirmary.

"In your dreams," he said, getting comfortable, or at least as comfortable as a seat on the floor and lingering injuries allowed.