Shawn's breathing slowly evened out as he looked towards Aki as he spoke, eyes widening when he saw all the scars. But they were different, his were of a type of war wound. Battles he'd fought in, probably even won but Shawn himself had scars from being the punching bag, the stress ball. His eyes closed again as he turned his head away when he realized that Aki wasn't going to be putting his shirt back on, feeling the burn of a blush start from his neck and work its way all the way up to his cheeks. His breathing picked up a little, but it remained better than what it had been before they returned to Aki's room. Shawn was slowly starting to fall asleep, the hands rubbing some kind of salve or something into his skin, easing his pain away. He wanted to say something about what was on his back, the marks that were likely there, but he was just so relaxed that he shifted slightly, hissing a tiny bit in pain as he tried to toe off his shoes. His eyes fluttered open to see what he was doing before his eyes shifted to the hands on his bare chest and then over to Aki.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry... I can go back to my room." he said, holding up a hand. "If you'll help me up?" he asked, holding up his hand as he waited to find out if he was going to be given assistance. Even if he wasn't going to be kicked out of the room, he was still going to need help to sit up so that anything on his back could be treated. "Actually..." he said, suddenly squirming slightly. "I sorta h-have to go to the b-b-bathroom." he said, averting his eyes away from the other boy once as he tried not to take in his toned chest.