Shinjirou knows he shouldn't let his guard down this easily, but he closes his eyes at the gentle touch, pushing his face into the crook of Jade's neck. His lips touch skin when he speaks up again. "Yet? I will be?" It makes him wonder what Jade expects of him and whether he'll actually be capable of it. He's only good at making mistakes.

"I'll try being nice." He says this now, in a state where he can't tell if he's just a bit under the influence of alcohol, or already properly drunk. His hand on Jade's chest suggest the latter; he doesn't remember putting it there, but now he can feel a pulse under his fingertips. "I think I can be nice."