Almost an hour passes before he finally goes to find Shinjirou. He doesn't bother to search through the rest of the house, just heads to the bedroom directly, trusting that Shinjirou would have obeyed his orders.

Things hadn't gone as well as he had hoped. He's worried, on edge, and while he hides it behind his usual mask of flawless calm, there's a fine tension in his steps as he enters the bedroom. Some stress relief would be nice, he thinks idly, then immediately berates himself. He shouldn't even be thinking about using Shinjirou as an outlet for his frustrations.