Devin realized his own awkwardness wasn't being hidden at all when his partner started asking about how he wasn't acting normal. Before he could assure her that his awkwardness wasn't surrounding their jungle gym usage of each others bodies, but over the fact that his partner had been shot. He knew if the situation was reversed she would be feeling the same thing. Like he failed her. This went beyond the whole male ego he and all other men were cursed with, but to the heart of being a partner. You have each others backs and would always take the bullet for them if they could.  

Lost in thought he was set upon Harper and dragged into a headlock. This was somewhat new. Their bodies intertwined, but the almost childish playfulness of it was a side he hadn't seen in her before. "Are you seriously telling me I had the hard day at work?" He said not fighting the lock. He wasn't about to flail around her hand. "You got SHOT Harper? Don't you want to talk about that? Shot at too this wasn't meant for your hand..." His tone didn't hide his vulnerability. Jesus what are you trying to say he thought to himself before relaxing more so Harper would release him.