Heine looks at Jade. But his gaze is sliding around, never quite focusing. With Jade's additional exertion, his blinks slow in frequency.

"I..." He backs up one more step, going off-balance when he bumps a hip against the bedpost. There's a feeling at the small of his back, half the pain from being fucked (he recognizes what it is now), half a simple pressure, like a hand rubbing at the base of his spine. The sensation spreads up to his shoulderblades and his back straightens.

Things finally slide together, clicking into place. Heine looks at Jade, eyes clear but empty.