On the rare occasions the three of them crash in the same dorm facilities (ie: Hotel) for the night, Shou is always the first to rise and shine the subsequent morning. Lumbers around the premises and usually comes across a package of instant coffee or mocha latte or something.
Knows they're going to need it to have their existentialistic chat later in the morning. Side by side, usually gazing at vast empty space on the balcony (and if there is no balcony, then in the hallway, and at the vintage wallpaper), they have a talk about everything and nothing. Highly philosophical issues he can't begin to comprehend. (Other times, they just question each other's motivation for being present in the circumstances; "You can leave, you know. If you can hold your liquor, you can probably hold that hangover too." "Touché, Phoenix.")
He knows he can never be involved in these rare moments, and accepts it. Instead of whining, he clumsily prepares the beverage (almost scalding himself in the process) and leaves it at the nightstand next to where Edo and Ryou are sprawled on top of each other in an undignified manner so that the aroma can gradually arouse them into consciousness.
Then snuggles into bed, burying his face into Oniisan's strong, gentle chest and goes back to sleep, thinking it's really too fucking early to wake up from this dream.