"I'm getting blood on your shirt," Shawn mutters and tries to pull away. His brain is working oh so slowly, but Gus is order, and clean, and Shawn knows that he'll be upset when his shirt is stained.
"Shut up, Shawn," Gus says, pulling him tighter.
The pressure makes his gunshot wound hurt even more, but he decides that having Gus supporting him is more important than the pain.
"I'm glad you're here, buddy," Shawn says. He nuzzles his face against Gus' chest. Gus is also safe, and for the first time since he watched the bullet, he feels safe.