Considering his headache, he manages to hold Jade's gaze for a surprisingly long time. He holds his head up high, though that makes him a bit dizzy, and throws the blanket off. "Fine, here you go." His thighs and stomach are the worst offenders. Not just stained, but itchy.

And he hates that Jade will look at it and know that he's the reason for this sight and in turn, Shinjirou will be forced to remember even more distinctly how desperate he was.

Nevermind. If he runs off to the kitchen quickly, then he can wear the apron for a bit until breakfast is ready. It's not the greatest strategy he's ever come up with, true, but he's not looking for great solutions here.