"Ugh." It's a bit like suddenly having a wasp attack his ear, hearing Jade talk about that friend of his. Biting his bottom lip from the inside, Shinjirou barely stops himself from groaning in exasperation. He doesn't want to be anyone's favorite, especially not that guy's. Weirdo. Arms crossed over his chest, he turns around and forces a smile.

The smile wavers as he tilts his head, tapping his fingers on the bruises that cover his arms. "I ... think I know you a little. Enough to figure out when you're glad that the only person you have to deal with is someone you can order to leave you alone." How risky of a statement that may be he can't figure out, though, and he waits at the door, not as patient as he'd like to feel.