Picking at scabs has kept him awake. Shinjirou isn't particularly proud of the chosen method, but whatever works. Besides, he's made sure not to get any dead skin onto Jade's sheets. He sits up straight the very moment he hears the quiet creak of the door, hands folded in his lap. Frowning, his eyes wander up and down Jade's frame. He doubts the goosebumps he's getting -- Jade looks no different and if he's indeed stressed, that's not something Shinjirou can blame him for.

He leans back, head tilted. The best approach he can think of is to stay accessible, either way. "Huh. Already all done for today?"