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There was a distant look in Shaun's eyes. He was here physically but his mind was somewhere just out of reach.
"You okay?" Joaquin asked, gently pressing a damp towel to the burns on Shaun's back.
Shaun winced. "Yeah… not the first time."
Joaquin's heart squeezed. He wanted wrap his wings around his partner despite the danger being over. It was supposed to just be a normal mission. Some group of goons trying to steal something. That part didn't really matter.
But the scene of Shaun getting electrocuted by an enemy's taser and the aftermath was burned into his brain. It was like a switch had flipped. Shaun's fighting style had changed. More desperate. More intense. Joaquin was just glad he hadn't brought the rings with him. Now that would have been bad.
Joaquin laid his hand on top of his partners trembling hands.
"I've got you," he gave Shaun's hand a squeeze. "Okay?"
Shaun said nothing in reply but rested his head on Joaquin's shoulder.
It was small but a step in the right direction. Joaquin could breath again. He would probably never fully understand what Shaun was going through but he knew one thing. Joaquin would hold him through hell if he had to.