Aaron's bag skidded across the hallway, past the bedroom doorway where Shane was, and tumbled into Aaron's room across the hall. Aaron followed it a minute later, looking as tall and gangling as ever, but he was pissed about something. "What the hell are you--"
He stopped, blinked, taken aback. One eye squinted shut as he tried to comprehend the situation. "Why are you handcuffed to the bed?" Obviously, Aaron's ability made the misperception of casual sex impossible, so he knew it wasn't that.