And wouldn't that be a shame. Jade thinks he's supposed to feel something, probably fear, but he's never been good at grasping the concept of death, especially his own. He only raises an eyebrow.

"Then I suppose I had better let you keep your suppressants." But he'll take one of them for analysis. He hasn't forgotten what Shinjirou had told him before; the suppressants had caused some problems with his temperature regulation. Jade doesn't doubt that there are other side effects.

He shifts closer, resting a hand against the side of Shinjirou's head, thumb rubbing at the spot Shinjirou had tapped at earlier. "Are you feeling better today?"