He takes the kiss and the touch of hands as a good sign; Shinjirou is finally focusing on him again. It takes awhile to wash out all the come out of Shinjirou's hair. It clings stubbornly, sticking the shaggy hair together into even messier clumps. But the methodical work comes as a relief after all those hours spent carefully choosing his words, and Jade finds himself soothed rather than disgusted.

Shinjirou still smells of sex even when he's done, but the organizers had been thoughtful enough to provide scented soap. He reaches for it now, not jostling Shinjirou from his place, and begins carefully washing his back.