A/n: I'm sorry if you don't like this; it was done under the influence of copious amounts of apple cider at twelve in the morning, but read on!
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Ok, now it's drabble time!
THE ART OF PERCEPTION
Contrary to his best friend's beliefs, Gus was more perceptive than was let on. Quietly, he watched life play out and began to analyze. Granted, he could only do that to Shawn's life and his own, but it was enough. There were secrets about the pseudo-psychic that, while not spoken verbally, had been observed by him and Henry. One secret pertained to just how self-confident the young Spencer really was.
The level was lower than believed by most people. Gus knew that his best friend spent countless hours in the Psych office playing in his head 'what if' situations over and over. Every time he did so, a small, almost unnoticeable detail would be altered and the detective's eyes would grow wide before he erased it from memory and started over.
He also knew how self-aware Shawn really was when it concerned a certain blond detective. And although the exact facts of what had happened between the two the night of their bounty hunting escapades were muddy, he knew something made Shawn overflow with obnoxious and hyper delight. But as happy as he had been, the happiness slowly began to diminish until the regular level of Shawn-joy returned. That is, until now.
Gus saw the self-awareness come back. Shawn was trying harder and harder to look less like a moron and more impressive in front of her. The brunette had gone so far as to give up his half of the pay, just so he could watch less than two seconds of a reaction. (I'm referring to when he led out the football team.)
The frequent touches of intimacy were not missed by Gus, nor were the furtive return glances of Juliet. It seemed that every time the two were together, Shawn managed to 'accidentally' brush his hand against hers, or find a reason to guide her with a hand across the small of her back. Every time this happened, he and Shawn would watch the young detective's pupils dilate in a rush of adrenaline. What she didn't know, though, is that her reaction was the exact replica of the false clairvoyant.
In these moments, the air pulsed and hummed with unreleased sexual tension. Moments like the one that was taking place not more than a few yards from his position. Gus's brown eyes took in his best friend awkwardly handing Juliet a box wrapped in pineapple wrapping paper. They drank in the sight of her take a look at the gift, which Shawn took over nine hours combined to find, and hug him tightly, to which he responded instantly.
They also observed the psychic take her hand, bow chivalrously, and place a tentative kiss to the smooth skin of the top of her hand. The last image of this scene Gus's eyes saw was that of Jules giggling to cover the fact that red flourished over her cheeks.
After Gus had turned away, he heard Shawn say, 'Happy Valentine's Day, Jules.'
What he noticed about the appearance of his childhood friend, when he approached, was the subtle pink ears, glistening palms, and nervous smile. If he hadn't known him as long as he did, the pink would have gone unnoticed, as would the sweaty palms and smile.
"Scared much?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Guster, but stop trying to read me."
The latter speaker smirked at the usage of his surname. Something inadvertently used by Shawn, only when he grew flustered.
"I already did."
FINITO!
A/n: I don't know if this is too long to be a drabble, or whatever, but I hope you enjoyed it.
Happy Singles Awareness Day!