Aaron looked at Shane. This expression was new. It said, don't leave. Shane was now the one with the least amount of emotion, his curiosity sort of like a mild island of clean sand in increasingly choppy sea. His eyes flicked back to Shiloh. "He didn't do anything. Don't be mad." It was not quite a plea, not quite reassurance, but between. "Where have you been?" Aaron asked before he knew what he was asking. He stocking feet stepped to one side, deeper into the kitchen, an instinctual retreat, and his weight made the spilled cereal all over the tile crunch.