He's used to getting sent to bed, his own bed. Frowning, he pulls his legs back onto the sheets, picking at the scabs streaked across his knees. The blood is wet and cool to the touch. He flicks the dead skin off before it can get stuck again. It's relaxing and, thankfully, all the distraction has his cock deflating as fast as it had stiffened.

"... you sure?" The urge to take the rare chance and just roll up right there beside Jade is strong. As long as he keeps his eyes closed, not having to see the world more saturated than it should be, he can even convince himself that it's the best choice. When he opens his eyes, he yearns for the turmoil to stop, gaze wandering over to his pillow. Asking for that would be childish, but more importantly, risky.