The warmth is a disgusting, mean trap, and it's spreading to regions of his brain that it shouldn't. He doesn't want to turn into a harsh-breathing puddle of goo like some love-starved kid desperate for attention. That Jade isn't completely unfazed is both a surprise and a relief, if only a small one. His mind's still yelling at him for taking a risk. His body is a lot less defiant and hell, what's not to like. Gentle and soothing and pretty damn new, too, he sinks into every touch.

It's not just the swollen bumps of the bruised areas that he can feel through Jade's fingertips brushing over his skin. More subtle than that, but it's there: Bones and ribs aren't as pronounced anymore and allow for a smoother exploration. He's put on weight. Regular meals will do that to anyone, he figures. That getting kidnapped would in any way improve his situation is crazy, but he can't deny that it's a positive thing.

"Nah. Not sure at all." There's no hesitation when Shinjirou leans in and covers Jade's mouth all the same. He can at least play pretend for a while, flushed cheeks and uncertainty and all. Pretend that pulling Jade's hand towards his chest isn't dumb, nor letting go of it to encourage more of the gentle strokes. What he really doesn't know is where to put his own hand; it ends up resting lightly on Jade's thigh. "But I'm sure you should continue. That enough for you?"