Romeo + Juliet (+ Gus + Lassiter) = Chaos
Because, honestly, Shawn would make a terrible Romeo.
Henry's face, previously worried, split into an amused grin as he walked into the hospital room.
Shawn, noticing him enter (how could he not, he noticed everything) groaned audibly.
"Don't ask." He said immediately, looking around vaguely for a hole he could hide in, away from his father's sly humour. (He was never, ever going to be allowed to forget this.)
Henry simply grinned and pulled a chair up near the bed, apparently ready to settle in for the long haul.
Gus, asleep in his own plastic chair, a little drool pooling on his shoulder, had little to contribute to the conversation.
"You'll tell me eventually" the smug older man said eventually, exaggeratedly turning the page of his newspaper. Shawn, pretending to be fascinated by the soap-opera on television was having a harder time than usual ignoring his father.
"No I won't, I'll take this secret to my deathbed!"
It was at that moment that Lassiter walked in, gave the 'psychic' in traction a good long look, and asked, incredulously, "Spencer, did you really try to climb a trellis to O'Hara's fourth floor balcony carrying a bunch of roses?"
Little mini-drabblish type idea that I've had in mind for a while. Hope you enjoyed it!