There was nothing more Shannon could do except chuckle. He and Eli had never really made it past kissing and snuggling, sleeping together without sleeping together or anything that it might imply. Due to Shannon's own hangups, they were going very, very slowly. No one else needed to know that, and neither of them were particularly keen to share with those who would no doubt see it as an invitation to nose in on private business.

"He's sleeping right now," Shannon pointed out. The questions were good, but also a way of working off some nervous energy. He was worried that the sleep wouldn't do Eli much good, that the damage may have been a bit more lasting; he wasn't scared that it was permanent, but that Eli had been more harmed than Shannon had. He wanted to know that Eli was okay and the only way to confirm that would be to give him time. "How do you know about all this, anyway?"