Jason flinched at Shroedinger's touch, seeing as his feelings for her were set off whenever she touched his chin, or ran her fingers through his hair. Just things that for some reason the boy really liked. He hadn't been expecting it, because he was convinced Shroe did not share his feelings in any manner. He eventually relaxed into her gentle touch before looking at her, his eyes betraying the conflict going on inside him at the moment, between the great anger he felt at the destruction, and the desperate craving for Shroe to care for him. Those two were raging a battle to see which one would be the predominant emotion at the moment. Jason nodded slowly at Shroedinger, in response to her comment.