Shawn just leaned back carefully on the bed, relaxing into the pillows as he kept his eyes on Sepiroth, listening to his every word. He nearly hurt himself again with how fast he'd leaned forward at the offer, nearly going into a coughing fit as he very slowly eased himself back onto the bed, one hand on his chest and the other hand on his head. His eyes stayed closed for two minutes, a soft groan of his own stupidity coming from him. It was very quiet in the room, aside from the odd sound of a machine, and it scared him. Sky blue eyes popped open, widened with fear that he'd been left alone, but his fear melted away from his eyes when he saw the other boy still sitting there beside his bed. "Are you sure that's o-okay?" he asked with uncertainty. "I... I don't want t-to be a b-b-burden." he stuttered, looking away from him and down to their hands. He moved a finger slowly, and then very slowly and lightly dragged his fingers away from him to claim his hand as his own. Even though he hadn't wanted too.<br/><br/>Sure Shawn was beaten and abused, taken to a low no one should have to go too, even though he was sure that the boy beside him had been to a lower place. Sure he saw that Sepiroth didn't like touch, tensed up or drew away from it, but Shawn craved it, wanting that comforting warm touch he knew could come from people. He was always trying to seek it out, but was always being turned away or beaten.<br/><br/>"W-Why..." he closed his eyes, hoping it'd make sure he was better able to speak. "W-W-Why did you b-buy me c-c-cloth-thes?" he stuttered again and turned his head away, embarrassed by the fact that he couldn't even string together a sentence properly. He couldn't bring himself to look back at him, even though he wanted to ask another question. If he was able to even take of him, or why he would want too?