Preparing breakfast is just as nice as expected. It's a simple task, there's no one around to bother him and the apron even hides some of the worst bruises. There's still the dark-red rings on his wrists that can't be hidden and they itch when he moves his hands too much, but it's not like he hates these reminders. They're just there, doing their job: reminding him that it's not a completely normal morning.

He hasn't had one of these in weeks, has he? Some day, they will be normal, he thinks.

Shaking his head, he drops two pancakes on each plate. The syrup is a lot sweeter than anything he's tasted the last few hours and he licks his fingers clean before washing them. While he sets the table for himself, he takes Jade's plate and balances it on one hand, knocking on his door. If Jade's busy already, Shinjirou figures he'll appreciate getting his food served where he can continue working.