Seeing Shinjirou lean towards him, Jade keeps himself relaxed, his muscles loose. Shinjirou seems more coherent than he had yesterday. Good, he doesn't want him to be high off hormones all the time.

It takes a little adjustment, but Jade slides a hand between them, pressing his thumb against one of the welts left by the whip. "I'm surprised. Aren't you in pain?"

Not just from the wounds on his back; Shinjirou had been screaming quite loudly too. With all the abuse he's put his throat through these past two days, it's a wonder he can still speak.