Shawn lies still, just breathing for a moment, trying to take in enough details of his surroundings to figure out what is going on. He recognizes the bed right away, it's Gus'. The dark skin he can make out from the corner of his eye most likely belongs to Gus, too.

Which, in conclusion, means that the hand touching his neck is also the property of his best friend.

Huh.

This is weird.