Disclaimer: Still not a doctor and the boys live in a magical world where emergency scans and surgeries are available at any time of day.

Gus stared up at the ambulance ceiling until his emotions settled and tears no longer threatened to fall. He was sure there'd be a time for crying later, but he wasn't ready yet. He let his eyes fall closed and relaxed into the gentle vibration of the ambulance. Shawn was safe. He was safe. It was over.

He was even able to ignore the aching and searing pains in his abused body as exhaustion pulled at him. It was so tempting to let go, to not worry about anything for half an hour, to just let himself rest.

Gus jolted and snapped his eyes open as fear rushed through him. Sleep meant dreaming. Sleep meant seeing Dahmer's face again, feeling the fire again, hearing the screaming again. Sleep was bad.

"Easy. You're in an ambulance and you're safe." Henry's voice washed over him, and Gus forced his breathing to slow down as he began to shake again. It wasn't fair; it was supposed to be over now. He shouldn't still be afraid.

"Hey, Gus. Would sitting up help, or do ya want to stay down?" Daisy asked from his other side.

"Up," Gus rasped out quickly. Laying down was convincing his body to do something he didn't want to do yet, and it made him feel too vulnerable.

Daisy nodded and bent down to fidget behind the stretcher, pushing it up so Gus was sitting in a slightly reclined position. She spoke quietly as she worked. "I can't get ya any water, unfortunately, 'cause of your throat. I'm sure they'll get you on fluids when you're at the hospital." She moved around some more, collecting supplies and keeping up her commentary. "I do need to put more bandages on your arm, but after that I'll leave ya alone, alright?"

Gus nodded as his heart pounded in his chest. He knew he'd made the right choice in waiting until the ambulance, but he still missed Shawn's comforting warmth as he thought about the pain that was coming.

Movement caught his attention, and he looked over to see Henry pulling his hand back to tuck it under his other arm, the puzzle pieces of his thoughts glowing in worry. He saw Gus watching and gave him a tight smile as he said, "Sorry, I didn't want… You're ok. She's almost done."

Gus nodded again before hesitating as he watched Henry's hands; he didn't know the right way to ask for what he needed. He listened to the fishing line, hoping the insight would help: Concern, Gus flinching when being touched, Shawn ready to fight with a pair of scissors, Shawn wincing silently, Gus sitting alone, helplessness at having to just watch. Anger. Guilt.

Gus let out a breath as he processed the flood of emotions that weren't his. He thought back to Henry holding himself back in the garage and realized that the older Spencer had been worried about him and had wanted to help. Gus knew what would help now; he just couldn't think of any non-awkward way to say, 'I need you to touch me.'

He tried anyway, nodding towards Henry's hands. "You can, you know. I mean, I'd like…" His face warmed up and the words stayed lodged in his throat.

Henry seemed to understand, giving Gus a careful look before reaching out slowly to rest his hand on Gus' shoulder. Gus tried to suppress his flinch before leaning into the touch, taking comfort in not being alone. Henry might not be Shawn, but he was close.

Henry's thoughts edged in blue and he gave Gus' shoulder a squeeze as he smiled encouragingly. Daisy spoke up, pulling Gus' attention to his other side. "Alright, Gus. Are ya ready?"

Gus sighed and answered truthfully as he held out his arm. "Nope."

Daisy smirked and made sure her bandages were all ready before taking the offered arm. "I know it's gonna be hard but try ta not fight me. I'll go as quick as I can."

Gus squeezed his eyes closed and nodded, focusing all of his attention on the warmth and weight of Henry's hand on his shoulder. He wasn't alone, he was safe, he was-

Daisy pressed the extra bandage on, and his arm erupted like a supernova of hot, white, searing pain. Hands held him down as he thrashed, covering his mouth and squeezing his arm. He listened frantically for ponging balls, or even static, but there weren't any sounds except muffled sobs escaping through his gag. The pain slowly faded and he became aware of tears running down his face, soft murmured words being spoken near his ear, and his own hand pressing over his mouth.

"... keep breathing for me, Gus. Just focus on my voice, ok? It's over, and I need you to breathe."

Focus and breathe. Gus was pretty sure he could follow those orders. He listened to Henry's voice and lowered his hand as he tried to deepen his breath. His chest rattled and something caught in his throat, and his controlled breathing turned into a hacking coughing fit.

Henry's hand stayed steady on his shoulder as Gus curled in on himself and tried to pull in air around the coughs that were tearing through his chest and throat. By the time he was done, he was panting for breath and was convinced that Henry's grip was the only thing keeping him from shaking apart into a hundred broken little pieces.

"Sounds like ya mighta gotten something in your lungs too," Daisy said sympathetically.

Gus huffed a humorless laugh and thought about the water bottle in the basement and the puke in the garage as he rasped out, "Which time?"

The fishing line flared with anger and guilt, but Henry kept the emotions locked away as he asked gently, "Think you can lay back again?"

Gus nodded and let himself be guided back until he was laying on the reclined stretcher again. He kept his eyes closed as he focused on keeping his breathing even without deepening it to the point of triggering another coughing fit. Henry stayed quiet, his hand and thoughts adding to his steady presence.

Gus frowned, thinking about how Shawn wouldn't have been quiet. He would have been making jokes or starting distracting arguments, or at least been broadcasting something. But he would have also kept his hand in contact with Gus' shoulder, like Henry was doing, and he would have been feeling the same guilt.

Gus' eyes snapped open at the reminder of his friend's pain and he looked over at Henry, speaking as firmly as he could, "You're not allowed to lecture Shawn."

Henry's eyebrows went up as he asked, "What makes you think I was planning to?"

Gus answered the question with a pointed look.

Henry's lips curled into a self-deprecating smirk and the expression ignited a rush of anger in Gus, drowning out his fear. Henry didn't understand; he saw the aftereffects of the pain, but he didn't know how deep it really went, how broken they actually were.

Gus couldn't let him hurt Shawn; he had to make Henry understand.

"Henry, I'm serious, you can't." Gus held up his newly bandaged arm in demonstration, ignoring the searing flare of pain at the movement. "This was to punish Shawn, not me. He got in our heads, messed them up. Shawn blames himself enough without you adding to it."

Henry's face paled as Gus spoke and the note of guilt in his thoughts grew as he swallowed thickly and said, "Don't worry, I won't."

Gus nodded firmly, refusing to worry about Henry's emotions. "Good. It wasn't his fault."

"Yeah, I know that, kid," Henry said with a sigh. He studied Gus carefully before adding on, "The medicine; that was you, wasn't it? The splint too, I'd bet." Gus nodded and Henry smiled gently as he pointed out, "It seems like you had his back too."

Gus shrugged uncomfortably and looked away. His anger died back down as he answered quietly, "I tried."

Logically, he knew it wasn't his fault that Shawn had been hurt. But Dahmer had been able to use him to bring Shawn to his knees, and the flaring pain of his wounds was a constant reminder of that fact. Gus wasn't sure if it was better or worse that he had been the first to break, and all Dahmer had needed for him was a strap of leather and a few well-placed words.

"Hey," Henry said gently, catching his attention. "I might not know everything that happened, but I know enough. Shawn wouldn't have made it without you."

"I wouldn't have made it without him," Gus answered truthfully.

Henry squeezed his shoulder. "Partners get each other's backs."

"Yeah, that's what Shawn said."

Henry's face softened with a small, proud smile. "See, I knew that boy had a good head on his shoulders."

Gus huffed a small laugh as he laid his head back down on the stretcher. His swollen throat had protested his conversation with raw, sharp spikes of pain with each word, but he didn't care; they'd needed to be said. Henry settled back into his quiet vigil and silence hung in the air as the ambulance drove to the hospital.

Gus knew he was going to have a bad time as soon as the ambulance stopped. Sensations crawled across his skin and burrowed into his mind as he clutched his bracelet tighter in his fist, trying desperately to shore up his exhausted shield. The doors opened and Gus was wheeled out, helpless to do anything except sit back and be carried towards the deluge of thoughts coming from the open doors of the hospital.

The hand on his shoulder stayed a constant, comforting weight for him to focus on as Henry kept pace with the stretcher. They entered the building and thoughts crashed through Gus' shield, overwhelming him with sights, sounds, smells... he acted without thinking as he grabbed Henry's hand and shifted it up, pressing it into the side of his neck. Panic flared at someone not-Shawn touching him, but the warmth from the touch chased away the phantom collar, and the puzzle pieces clicked into the holes in his shield, strengthening it and pushing the other thoughts back.

The bracelet stayed pressed between their two hands and Gus focused on the feeling of the beads digging into his palm as he tried to keep his thoughts separate from everyone else's. Words were spoken over his head as his wrist was gently grasped and moved, distant like it was happening to someone else. After a short eternity, the stretcher started to move again, taking him further away from the loud entrance.

Doors swung closed behind him and Gus was able to think again. He opened his eyes that he hadn't realized he'd closed and looked around, taking in the blue scrubs of the nurse walking next to him, the antiseptic smell of the hallway he was being pushed down, the gentle rub of something attached loosely around his wrist, and the quiet buzzing of the fluorescent lights overhead. He looked over and realized he was still holding Henry's hand in place against his skin.

He let go quickly and kept the necklace out of sight as he dropped his hand down to the stretcher, easily ignoring the sharp pull from his cuts as he moved his arm. Henry kept his hand in place as he answered the unspoken question, "They're going to do a CT scan to check your throat. Do you want me to stay?"

Gus nodded his head before quickly answering verbally, "Stay."

He winced at the word leaving his mouth and he pressed his head back into the stretcher in frustration, trying to drive back the memories he didn't want to remember. He wondered how similar a CT scan was to an MRI and how many more memories he was going to have to fight. Sweat broke out on his palms as a doctor in a white coat walked by and he looked back at Henry to beg, "No brain scans."

Henry frowned and worry colored his thoughts as he gently said, "They might need to check for bleeding or swelling…"

"I don't care," Gus rasped out desperately. He couldn't risk being turned into a lab experiment again. "Please, no brain scans."

"You have the right to refuse any procedure," the nurse chimed in to say. "Though, I promise any brain imaging we would want to do would be completely non-invasive. I can make a note on your chart, but this scan we're going to now is only going to be looking at the soft tissue of your neck and throat."

Gus let out a shaky breath and nodded his consent as the stretcher continued to carry him down the hall.

It didn't take long before he was pushed into a new room, and he sighed as he saw the large circular machine and the table attached to it. Apparently, CT and MRI machines were very similar.

"Ok, Mr. Guster. Bruce and I are going to transfer you over to this bed real quick," the nurse informed him, her voice clipped and professional. "You just need to sit back and relax."

The stretcher was lowered so Gus was laying flat again and Henry was gently shooed away as a muscular man in scrubs took his place. Gus decided the feeling of rough, rubbery skin under his hand suited the large man as the two nurses lifted him off of the stretcher and onto the machine.

The blue-shirt nurse turned around and busied herself as she spoke over her shoulder. "We're going to need to start an IV for the contrast, and…"

Gus' thoughts whited out as his leg spiked in remembered pain and a voice snarled overhead, "Stop being so dramatic, unless you want to hear the congenital scream."

The table under him was shaking, and somebody was gasping for breath, and a warm hand covered his as a fishing line reeled him back to the present. Gus' heart pounded frantically, and he kept his eyes squeezed closed so he wouldn't have to see anything that would bring him back to that other room. He could hear Henry speaking, his voice hard with a protective edge. "He was drugged a few days ago, the bastard injected him with poison. Is the needle necessary?"

"We won't get clear readings without it, and he's going to need an IV anyway for fluids and any other medication."

"I'm ok," Gus gritted out as his voice shook. "Just… left arm, please."

The hand over his disappeared and Gus felt like a leaf blowing tetherless in the wind until the hand came back to squeeze his other shoulder. The nurse spoke again and Gus flinched as he realized she was standing right next to him, where Henry had been. "I'm just going to tie this around your arm real quick. Do you want me to tell you when I'm putting the needle in?"

Gus thought about his answer before deciding it was better to know what was coming. He answered in a whisper, "Yes."

His shoulders shook harder, and he tried to slow his breathing as he pushed back against his panic. He was safe, he was at a hospital, he wasn't going to be hurt anymore.

"Alright, can you tell me your name and birthdate?"

Gus answered quickly, the question helping to settle his nerves. He hadn't been allowed to be 'Burton Guster' at the lab. The hospital was different.

A few beeps sounded out before the nurse spoke again, "Here we go, you're just going to feel a slight pinch in 3, 2, 1…"

The needle entered Gus' skin and he fought the panic as the nurse moved it around. He was in the hospital, not the lab or a basement. He was safe, not about to die with fire in his veins. He was a person, not a lab experiment. He was… He was…

"You're mine."

Gus whimpered and the hand on his shoulder shifted to cradle the back of his head. The almost-Shawn-like gesture calmed him enough to be able to tune into Henry's stream of words, "...safe in a hospital. The nurse is almost done, you're doing good. Do you think you can open your eyes and let me know you're here?"

Gus forced his eyes open, almost expecting to see a wide grin and crazy blue eyes; instead, his gaze was met by a weathered face and kind, grey eyes. Tape pulled quietly in the background and Gus stared at the worry line between Henry's eyebrows as he answered, "Yeah, I'm here."

Gus almost expected to be pulled forward into a forehead hug, but, instead, Henry looked over and asked the nurse, "Are you done now?"

"The IV's all in, I just need to connect the contrast dye," the nurse answered. "Mr. Guster, this shouldn't hurt, you might taste something metallic or feel a cool sensation. Those are both completely normal reactions."

Gus nodded, already knowing what to expect; it was his second night in a row being injected with it after all. The nurse connected an IV bag to the port in his arm and Gus felt an echo of ice rushing through his arm. He waited with bated breath, making sure fire wasn't going to follow before allowing himself to relax.

The nurse gave him a clinical smile. "There we go, the worst part's over. We'll give that a few minutes to do its job and then we can get started. I know you haven't had a chance to change into a hospital gown yet; do you have any metal on you? Jewelry, piercings, zippers…"

Gus tightened his hand around his bracelet and shook his head. "No metal."

"Gus…" Henry said while pointedly looking down at the clenched fist.

"It didn't react to the MRI," Gus defended himself, his chest growing tighter as he calculated whether he'd be able to fight them off if they tried to take his protection away.

"MRIs use magnets, CTs use X-rays," the nurse unhelpfully informed him. "Metal affects them both in different ways, and we don't want it to interfere with the scan."

"But…" Gus couldn't explain it, not in any way they would understand. Shawn wasn't there, but as long as he had the necklace then he still had Shawn's protection. It had survived through everything Dahmer had done; he couldn't lose it now. He looked at the nurse and tried to put as much sincerity into his broken voice as he could while he pleaded, "It's small and it won't be near my neck and… I can't. Please."

A memory pressed in on him and he saw pale eyes behind round glasses before he blinked and the nurse came back into focus with her blue shirt. The woman looked at him and some of his desperation must have made it to his face as her eyes softened and she asked him gently, "Can I see it? You can just hold it out, I won't take it."

Gus checked the sound of rustling papers to make sure she was telling the truth before opening his hand and showing her the bracelet. Henry's thoughts stuttered next to him as he clearly recognized his son's old necklace, and the nurse looked at it closely before meeting his eyes again. "We have to leave the room when the scan is in progress. That will include your… friend. I think you should be ok keeping your necklace if it will help you stay calm, but I will need you to hold it down and away from the scanning area."

Gus would have collapsed from relief if he hadn't already been laying down. He nodded quickly and rasped out a sincere, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the nurse replied, her voice still professional as pages ruffled steadily in the background. "We're going to be going to that room over there, with the windows. We can see you, and we'll be able to talk to you through a microphone. This table will move slightly, and I'll need you to hold still during the scan. Any questions?"

Gus' mind went blank, and he turned to Henry to ask the first question he could think of, "Are you going to check on Shawn?"

Henry smiled gently and pulled out his phone, showing Gus the open text messages. "Juliet and I are keeping each other updated. Shawn's getting prepped for an X-ray right now."

Gus smirked slightly at the symmetry before telling Henry, "You can go with him if you want. He's your son…"

"I'm not leaving you alone," Henry said firmly. He paused before asking, "Do you want me to call your parents?"

Gus gave the question serious thought before shaking his head. He loved his family, but they were too high maintenance for him to be able to deal with yet.

Henry nodded in understanding before looking over at the nurse. "I think it's time for the scan. Will you be ok with us in the other room?"

Gus let out a nervous breath. "I have to be, don't I?"

Henry smiled sadly in response and gently squeezed the back of Gus' head before letting go and following the nurse out of the room. Gus closed his eyes and counted to five as he took a breath, reminding himself that there weren't any breaking beakers or pulling electrodes; he wasn't in the lab anymore.

"Mr. Guster, can you hear me?" a voice called through the speakers.

"Yeah," Gus answered, hoping the microphone was good enough to pick up his rough whisper.

"Ok, I'm going to start the machine. I just need you to lay still and breathe normally."

The table under Gus began to move and he kept counting his breaths, determined to be good through the test. The table stopped and the machine began to make a noise, reminding Gus of an empty dryer spinning on high. He tried to keep his breathing steady as he reminded himself how differently the MRI had sounded, but his focus kept being drawn to his neck. He knew it wasn't possible, but he swore he could feel exactly where the scan was taking place. The imaginary pressure squeezed and pressed down on him, adding to the phantom collar that still wouldn't come off.

He knew he was safe. He knew that there weren't fingers pulling the collar tight. He knew there was nothing constricting his airway.

He still wheezed for breath.

He squeezed the necklace in his hand and knew that he was probably making semi-permanent dents in his palm, but he needed the reminder that he wasn't alone. He was safe. He could breathe.

"Mr. Guster, I can see that you're having some trouble. All this machine is doing is taking a bunch of pictures, you're completely safe. Do you think you can relax for me?"

Gus knew he needed a distraction as he felt leather biting into his skin. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Can Henry talk?"

There was a moment of silence before Henry's voice came through the speakers. "Hey Gus, I'm here."

Gus thought fast, knowing he needed to give Henry something to talk about. "Shawn told me about one of your lessons, the one about back-up plans. You were looking at… He said you were looking at some sort of diagrams?"

"Yeah, I remember that day," Henry said with an amused snort. Gus relaxed slightly as Henry seemed to understand what he needed and continued the story. "It was when you and Shawn were trying to build that girl-proof tree house. He thought that cans of paint would make good deterrents, I was trying to convince him otherwise…"

Gus focused on the beads against his palm and the comforting voice coming through the speakers, letting the sensations drown out the strap around his neck and the giggling in the background.

He wasn't there, he was here. He was safe, he wasn't alone. He wasn't there, he was here.

Gus' exhaustion pulled at him once the scan was done and the panic slowly faded back into the background. His hospital bed rattled beneath him as he was pushed through another hallway with Henry by his side again, his hand on Gus' shoulder without having to be asked.

"We're going to get you set up in an exam room so the doctor can check out your injuries and let you know how the scans look," the nurse informed Gus as she turned his bed down another hall.

Gus suddenly smelled burnt sage and he looked around, trying to see where the almost-familiar sensation was coming from. A tall figure stood up straight from where he'd been leaning against a nurse's station and turned around, revealing Buzz's grinning face as he walked quickly to catch up with them. "Hey, Gus! Oh boy, we sure were all worried about you guys. I'm really glad that you're ok!"

Gus raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but smile back as he realized Buzz was entirely sincere, even while looking at Gus' bruised and cut face. "Hey Buzz, why're you here?"

The burnt sage twinged uncomfortably as Buzz's smile dimmed. "Oh, well, you know… Detective Lassiter told me to come over and keep an eye on you guys. Officer Amy too, she's with Shawn now."

Goosebumps crawled across Gus' neck and he listened for the pull of the void as he asked, "Why… Are we in danger? Did Rhianna-"

"No! No, no, nothing like that!" Buzz quickly reassured him as he dodged around a nurse heading the opposite direction. "It's just.. um…"

Buzz looked desperately past Gus and Henry spoke up quickly. "Oh no, I'm not telling him."

Gus waved his hand to stop the nurse and tried to not think about the port he could feel still stuck in his arm. He tried to push himself up to sitting as he stared up at Buzz and asked, "What aren't you telling me?"

Buzz deflated and looked like a kicked puppy as he answered tentatively, "Well, it's just… You're still arrested, you know?"

Gus blinked in surprise; he'd completely forgotten what had started their hellish two days. He vaguely remembered mentioning it in a trunk ride, but everything that had happened in the garage had overshadowed the fact.

He sighed as he looked down at his raw and swollen wrists; it had been nice to be able to move normally for a while, but at least he knew Buzz wouldn't put the cuffs on too tight. He held his hands out and waited for the restraints to be put back on.

Buzz's face morphed from confusion to dismay before he quickly stuttered out, "No, no, we don't- we don't need that. I just- you just need a police officer present. And now I'm here. That's it."

Gus stared at his still-outstretched wrists before dropping them back to his bed as he looked down and avoided everyone's gaze. His bed started to move again and Buzz told him, "It's ok, you won't even notice I'm-" Gus heard plastic clatter to the floor, and the sage smelled more and more burnt as Buzz stepped away while calling out, "It's ok. I can fix that!"

The bed turned and Henry was forced to let go as Gus was wheeled through a door. The unexpected loss of contact sent Gus' heart racing again as he was left alone against an army of muffled thoughts and lurking specters. The bed stopped and Henry was by his side again, holding his shoulder and grounding him back into the real world.

Gus sagged back in gratitude and relief while trying to ignore the fact that Henry couldn't stay with him forever. He tried to take careful, deep breaths and settle his emotions as he waited for a doctor in a white coat to come in and tell him just how broken he was.

"No, seriously, there were three people in his body. Their body? I don't really know how that works… but one of them totally had a thing for Gus."

Juliet stood behind Shawn, her hand resting carefully on his shoulder as she listened to him prattle aimlessly at the nurse. He'd started talking the moment they stepped foot in the hospital and had barely taken a breath since. Juliet wondered if it was a reaction to being gagged, an attempt to mask his emotions, or a way to distract himself. She felt a slight flinch under her hand as the nurse pulled out a needle and realized it was probably a combination of all of those and more.

"I'm just going to get you started on fluids," the nurse said kindly as he kept an eye on Shawn. "Nothing to worry about, you'll just feel a small pinch. All you need to do is stay still."

Shawn's shoulder tensed under Juliet's hand and the silence after the nurse's words felt thick and suffocating. The moment was broken by Shawn shaking his head slightly before he started talking again, even faster than before.

"You know, Gus and I tried playing statues when we were kids. We had a bet going on whether a bird would land on us or poop on us first. Well, we started, and then an ice cream truck drove by, and then I was suddenly eating ice cream and had completely forgotten I wasn't supposed to move. I mean, in my defense, Gus was right there with me licking on a lemon pop. And who picks a lemon pop when there's ice cream right there?"

Shawn's voice climbed higher and higher as he talked until he ended on a squeaked whimper as the needle entered his skin.

Juliet reached out and wished she knew what to do as he clutched her hand and squeezed his eyes closed, muttering quickly under his breath.

"Two-hundred and fifty-three tiles, kitchen counter and a mini fridge, eight cabinets, second to the end's the most used, it didn't last, it stopped." Shawn's shoulders slowly loosened as he whispered to himself. "We got out, thirteen clipboards, twenty-four lights… heh, four lights. Asthma attack, cooking accident… fireworks?"

Juliet remembered a few of the other people who'd been waiting in the ER room; a girl wheezing for breath, a man clutching a red towel to his arm, and a man with a partially burned bushy beard and singed clothes. She wondered if Shawn was reading them, even though they were several rooms away. The nurse taped the IV port down and Shawn's words died down as he slowly opened his eyes.

He looked up towards Juliet and she smiled at him, relieved and proud that he'd managed to calm himself down. "You hanging in there?"

"Yeah, still here…" Shawn sighed out, sounding exhausted. He suddenly smirked and continued in a lighter tone, "You know, dad took a day to show me all sorts of knots you can tie with rope. I decided to try them out and tied all of his shirts together to see if I could hang them out of a window and climb down. Gus told me it was a terrible idea, but I reminded him that Barbara did it in Batman and Robin and it worked out great-"

"Wait," Juliet cut in. "Weren't you like twenty when that movie came out?"

"Oh, yeah. This was after I started Psych. Like… two years ago. Didn't you wonder how I sprained my ankle?"

"I… assumed you did something stupid," Juliet said with a smirk, realizing she'd been right.

"Yeah…" Shawn's face darkened and the humor died with it. "I did some stupid stuff this time too."

"Hey, you guys got out," Juliet reminded him gently. "You survived. That means you did the stuff you needed to do."

Shawn's eyebrows furrowed as he thought. "Maybe… You want to know the worst part?"

Juliet squeezed his hand in silent support, "What?"

"Dad's rose trellis is still right there. We didn't need another way to climb out of my room…"

Juliet rolled her eyes and made a mental note to tell Henry to either start growing roses again -nice thorny roses- or to take the trellis down before Shawn broke another leg. Shawn grinned at the expression, his mask firmly back in place, and Juliet let the conversation drop.

She was glad that he'd been willing to open up even that much for her. They were safe now; he could take as much time as he needed.