Seaweed Song

Nobody knows you the way you know you
But I think I do
But I thought I knew

He'd blown it.

And not like, 'man, he's going to be pissed later,' but more like 'oh god I hope he doesn't shoot me the next time he sees me.'

Shawn considered the possibilities of skipping town, but gas prices had just gone up and his bike hadn't had maintenance repairs done on it in years (had he ever taken it into the shop after hearing that odd rattle?) and none of that even mattered really because he'd totally, completely blown it.

To be fair, it was all a big misunderstanding. But if there was someone more stubborn than him, it was Lassiter. The combination of stubbornness and a gun was a dangerous one, Shawn figured. Which was probably why Lassiter's record of discharging his weapon (and oh how he wanted to think of the innuendo there) was higher than any other officer in the precinct.

Shit. Shit.

Shawn was very perceptive about personalities. It came from his dad's insistence on training him to be super cop (the cop who can't be stopped) and his mom's habit of psychoanalyzing him. So telling people about themselves was just sort of something he did, whether he was asked to or not. Which was the problem, because Lassiter definitely didn't want to be told the kind of person he was. And it really wasn't even a negative perspective. Lassiter wasn't all storm clouds and spiders. Just like Shawn wasn't just pineapple pops and sparkles.

It was bad enough he'd had to pry Lassiter almost completely open to even get the man to admit what was going on with their relationship. But they'd been doing whatever it was that they'd been doing for way too long and they both used each other's first names far too often for it to be a fling or whatever it was Lassiter thought Shawn wanted it to be.

But to tell Lassiter about himself--all the things he was probably trying to deny about himself, no less--that had to be one of the stupidest things he'd ever done. And that was for a guy who once thought starting a roadside flea circus was a good idea. He'd meant it to be sort of a romantic thing, like: oh hey Lassiter, I like you so much that I've bothered to take notice of all of these interesting things about you. Which of course Lassiter took as: I obviously don't want to be in a relationship with you and here are all your flaws.

How the hell did he fix this?