"Indeed." He hands the tea over. Thin wisps of smoke curl away from the surface. "Careful, it's rather hot."

The first question goes unanswered, at least until Jade settles down on his own bed, sitting cross-legged on top of the blankets. "I suppose you could view it in that manner." He considers saying more, but he's never been fond of explanations. "I'll trust you not to abuse it."

In their situation, a safe space is a privilege, one that Jade will rescind if necessary. From what he's seen of Shinjirou so far, though, it probably won't come to that.