Shawn bristled at the implication that all of this was just a fantasy his mother had made up and was about to start shouting at him to go away when Ben put his hand up against the threshold and it started burning up. Instinctively taking a step back, Shawn didn't so much react as shut down for a moment so that he could process what the hell had just happened. He was quiet for a long moment, his mind turning over what this meant and what Ben was saying. It was too much for him to deal with at the moment, but he knew instinctively that he wasn't going to get the chance to deal with it later.

After the moment was done, Shawn moved so that the doorway was clear and it was then that he finally spoke, his voice firm, unlike what he was truly feeling at the moment.

"You're coming in here and explaining what the hell is going on. Now."

Well, it was an invitation. Of sorts.