As soon as Shinjirou enters the bathroom, Jade sits down - at the dining table this time, the couch is too confronting at the moment. He takes a slow, measured breath, then another, unknowingly echoing Shinjirou's attempts to calm down. Slowly, the waves of negative emotion recede. Jade forces his muscles to loosen and he closes his eyes, trying to compartmentalize his feelings.

Disgust is the obvious one, directed at himself. Guilt. Shame. Regret at the necessity of forcing Shinjirou into this situation, and needing to do so again in the future.

There's something else that coils hot and tight inside him, but Jade can't place it.

But it's enough for now. There's no other way he can continue his work without also continuing to break Shinjirou in, but perhaps he could use less extreme methods next time. Still, Shinjirou had seemed to enjoy himself, so perhaps that made it...not so bad.

Jade rubs at his temples, annoyed by the way he kept falling back on the same tired old excuses. Hopefully, Shinjirou will be done in the bathroom soon. He needs to immerse himself in the hot spray of the shower and ponder over his next course of action in relative privacy.