Curled up on his side, both hands stroking his belly, he is very much awake. Just exhausted as hell. He glances up at Jade, eyes narrowing. Shinjirou hasn't once looked at the clock and it doesn't matter how long he's been left alone, exactly.

He nods, then shoves his face into the back rest. This isn't normal. Rough sex, sleep, sneaking away and nurturing the bruises, that's normal. Not this, whatever it is, this strange awareness of his body and mind's needs.