The journey to the kitchen hadn't been an easy one. He was stiff all over, and had been forced to use the wall as support. How pathetic that just making it to the sink made him feel like he'd conquered some incredibly difficult task.
It had taken a little searching to find a glass, and then very careful pulling to get it down without stretching too far. It was still uncomfortable, still pulled on his stitches, but he managed it. When Aaron walked in he was filling the glass from the tap.
He noticed him out of the corner of his eye, but didn't turn to look at him until he'd downed the glass of water, not stopping to breathe from start to finish. When he turned to him, Aaron was giving him a dark look. "What?" he asked. It wasn't as if he had done anything. Aaron was the one who had gotten himself involved in the situation and then refused to remove himself from it. That, at least, Shane wasn't willing to take the blame for.