Experimentally, Shinjirou tries to close his legs -- won't work -- then spread them -- won't work either. He's only allowed a very narrow wriggle room. His breath hitches and he closes his eyes. Jade's right, he probably won't need this to keep his legs open all night for everyone, but the thrill of having no other choice makes his skin prickle from head to toe.

"Uh-huh." Right now he likes where this is going. There's hours ahead and questions he hasn't asked yet and probably won't, seeing as Jade's answers, if he gives them at all, often raise more questions instead of giving him any comfort. It isn't really necessary anyway. Jade may be secretive, but Shinjirou trusts him with this. Perhaps that's stupid.

Without any guidance on where to put his hands, he's fidgeting and tugging on the fabric of the bench. He's still nervous and he's being pretty obvious. That can't be all that big of a surprise to Jade and as long as he behaves himself, he's not too worried about getting into trouble for it.