Although Shinjirou isn't speaking in words, Jade understands his sentiments all the same. He smiles briefly in return, pleasant as always, before moving to sit behind him. It's easiest to start by treating his back first; they won't be getting in each other's way.

Uncapping the cream, he smears it over his palms, then begins rubbing it onto Shinjirou's back in slow, circular motions. It's repetitive work, much like cleaning him off in the showers had been, and Jade allows his mind to wander while his hands slowly work their way down Shinjirou's back. Why had Shinjirou been on the floor when he had first stepped back into the room? It's probably an important cue, but Jade is having trouble pinpointing the exact reason.

"We can sit somewhere else if you prefer," he offers, his voice as steady as the motion of his hands.