"Huh. Fine." Crossing his arms, he drops his head against the window and watches the buildings roll by. It doesn't matter where they're going. He can't demand that Jade drives back home -- well, he could, but Jade wouldn't do it. Better save his energy for something more productive than arguing.

The stress of the past hours taking its toll on him, he yawns and toys with the end of the tie, flapping the fabric back and forth. Almost meditative in its repetition, he ignores the road ahead again. "You didn't say anything about going somewhere else after lunch." Which doesn't necessarily mean that Jade didn't plan this, but what if it was a spontaneous decision that Shinjirou triggered somehow?

In that case, he's positive that their destination won't be a fun place at all. Not for him, anyway.