Jean sat on the bed when they entered the apartment, not that there was anywhere else he could sit.
Shawn's apartment wasn't that big, but it was enough to fit the bed and still leave some open space.
There was a kitchen that held nothing inside, no utensils, not even a cooker. Then there was a bathroom.
That was all.
"Are you hungry?" Shawn asked quietly, standing there and looking down at Jean. Not like he could cook anything even if Jean said yes, unless he ordered food or went out to get it himself.
"No," Jean answered softly, matching his tone.
They fell quiet again, as if neither of them knew what to say, even though there was clearly a lot left unsaid.
Shawn silently hoped Jean wouldn't ask where all of this was leading, now that he had gone after him and brought him back, and let him stay.
Not because he enjoyed the uncertainty between them, but because he honestly didn't know what he was doing, and that scared him.
