For a second, he contemplates helping Shinjirou drink, but that would be a messy business and unnecessary besides. Carefully, he places the glass into Shinjirou's hand, ready to catch it if his fingers are too shaky to hold it properly.

"As I said earlier, you're free for the rest of the night, but I'd prefer it if you don't do anything strenuous." It would be a bother if Shinjirou re-opened his cuts. The thought of cleaning them again isn't particularly appealing, not because it's bothersome, but because it felt entirely too intimate. "Don't worry, I'll take care of dinner."