"What the hell are you doing?"

Shawn looked up, coffee cup paused half way to his lips. "Well it took you long enough. I was worried the coffee'd get cold." He nodded toward another cup of coffee resting on the counter

Gus sighed, taking the cup. "Seriously Shawn, you've got to stop doing this."

"Really?" Shawn smirked. "I thought I was doing you a favor by not letting your neighbors' wonder why some random person was just sitting outside your doorstep."

Sighing, Gus plopped on the couch next to him. "Okay, I guess you have a point."

"Of course I do."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up."

"Fine fine," Shawn sipped a bit of coffee. "We'll change the subject. I was thinking of adding some variation to my 'I'm having a psychic vision' face. You know, spice it up a bit, and keep them interested. Wanna see what I came up with?"

"Do I have much of a choice?" Gus questioned with little hope.

:Of course not!" Crossing his eyes and trembling, Shawn reached out for his friend, holding on with a death grip.

"I see...I see." All of a sudden he stopped trembling and they locked eyes before Shawn leaned in and stole a quick kiss. "I see that.."