It was a quiet day in the Psych office in Santa Barbra, California. Shawn Spencer sorted a pile of papers. Well, he didn't really sort them. He just kind of... Threw them in a pile. Boom. Work done.
What else could he do? They looked decent.
Once there was a clear space on his desk, he set down his small leftover box from China Bear Express. And by "his" box, it means "Gus's" box. Shawn picked up the plastic fork and turned on the TV, watching "Sewage and Recreation" as he devoured somebody's wonderful delicious Orange Chicken. It really was good, just not as good as first day. (Leftovers have a tendency to not be as good as when you sit down in a restaurant with the fresh food.)
As he moved on to Chow-mien, the commercials came in and he changed the channel.
When he heard the door open, Shawn tossed the box onto the very desk of Gus, and rushed the papers over so his partner appeared the messy. He flipped the channel to the Channel 4 News to look like a professional.
"Shawn, I-" Henry Spencer froze in his steps. "WHOO. What happened in here."
"No, what happened to YOU?" Shawn rose and bounced on his toes, grabbing the takeout again. "Are you getting married again, dad?"
"Wha- no." Henry looked down at his nice tie and suit. "No. I- someone's coming to dinner-"
"Ooh la la." Shawn rolled his eyes and chuckled as he plopped into the old couch. "Is it the marine biologist?"
"No!"
"Lassie?"
"Shawn, it's-"
"Oh," Shawn pressed a hand to his own beautiful head of hair; fork between his fingers. "I'm getting some vibrations-"
"It's Eliot."
"Mm, ye-" Shawn froze, then turned in his chair. "Eliot?"
Henry sighed and opened his hands, then dropped them to his side. "Yes. Eliot Spencer."
Shawn stood, mouth opening, making a weak noise, then closing.
The door opened again, and Gus entered, warning that Shawn better not have eaten his takeout leftovers.
But he saw Shawn staring at Henry and paused. "Uh. Did I come in at a bad time?"