It's too chaste to bring any relief, but Shinjirou doesn't mind -- it's a touch and he's desperate for any kind of it, a tiny secluded area of him still deluding himself into thinking he'll be allowed to come after all. He strains his neck to push back into Jade's hand, eyes squeezed shut. Then Jade's words crush those hopes.

"Prove it, like this?" Why can't he start proving himself tomorrow, he thinks, why does it have to be right away and in this manner. He falters, hugging himself beneath the blanket. "I ... will sleep now."