Aaron got control of his stomach but he didn't try to lift his head yet. He ran water and stuck his mouth under it. Coughing some of it out, he put his elbows against the counter and breathed. "No. Just what they wanted--" Not going to be sick. Not going to be sick. "--from him." He wasn't going to say that for a minute he wanted it too. Otherwise he really was going to be sick. At least the emotion wasn't specifically focused toward Shiloh in particular. Aaron probably would have left then, still in his socks and his bear pajamas, maybe found a damn hole to dig and hide in.