That's a sensible request. Looking down at the mess he's made of his knees, Shinjirou raises his hands and hugs himself. Stupid. Just wait for the sleeping pills, he tells himself, sliding back and lying down again. The world is a bit less blurry and headache-inducing in this position. His pulse slows down as he fixates a random spot on the ceiling. No more moving around for the next few hours.

"Thank you, Jade."