Shane leaned against the wall, watching Shiloh leave before his gaze flicked back over to Aaron. Where ever his anger had come from it was gone now, back under lock and key.
He was fairly sure he knew at least a little of what had just happened, or what had been implied by it anyway. He chose to focus on Aaron instead of that, limping a few steps closer with the help of the wall. "Are you alright?" he asked, cautiously, and not without real concern. Idiot or not, Aaron was still very young, and he looked like he might be physically sick.