Shinjirou looks... Jade can't even find the right word. Filthy. Used. Fragile. Frankly, he's amazed that he's still responsive.
Jade doesn't let any hint of judgement show on his face; none of this is Shinjirou's fault, rather, all his disgust is directed at himself. To Shinjirou, he only smiles encouragingly, crouching down in front of him. His coworker was right. He is sick, sick enough to find Shinjirou's state fascinating, sick enough to still be curious about Shinjirou's breaking point.
None of this is news, exactly. All the more reason not to wallow in his guilt.
"Your throat must be burning," he comments. "Don't talk. Do you want anything to drink?"
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Jade doesn't let any hint of judgement show on his face; none of this is Shinjirou's fault, rather, all his disgust is directed at himself. To Shinjirou, he only smiles encouragingly, crouching down in front of him. His coworker was right. He is sick, sick enough to find Shinjirou's state fascinating, sick enough to still be curious about Shinjirou's breaking point.
None of this is news, exactly. All the more reason not to wallow in his guilt.
"Your throat must be burning," he comments. "Don't talk. Do you want anything to drink?"