“I meant both.” Jensen waved a hand to indict allll of Shaun, “Your general state of alrightness.” He pushed himself up to go get Shaun a glass of water to help with that cough and shook his head, chuckling quietly in amusement, “Devil’s taint incarnate.”
 
Jensen’s heart hurt for Shaun. The dude had been dragged through hell and back more than once over. He’d been betrayed by people he’d trusted, lost someone he cared about, and nearly died himself in a way that left him hurting every second of every fucking day. The poor dude could not catch a break and he didn’t deserve that. Grabbing a bottle water from the fridge, he glanced over his shoulder at Shaun, “You hungry?”