A/N: The title of this chapter may not make sense at the moment, but when I update with the next chapter, it will. No beta, so any errors are my own. Please point things out if you find them, and put them in reviews! It helps a lot. Review after reading!
2). Some of his things end up at Shawn's apartment…
Lassiter tears through his house once more.
"Where'd I put that damn shirt?!" he cries in exasperation.
Shawn looks on from the couch, bemused.
"Which shirt are ya lookin' for, Lassie?" the fake psychic asks nonchalantly, tapping the brown leather.
"The light blue one!"
"The one that matches your eyes?" the younger man replies quietly.
The head detective stops his rushing to look at his boyfriend.
"You think it matches my eyes?" he murmurs, smiling slightly.
The brown-haired man nods slowly, and goes back to tapping out a rhythm on the couch arm. Lassiter decides to find another shirt to wear and returns shortly, plopping down on the other side of the couch.
The loveseat. Perfect.
Shawn gasps a little as arms reach out and draw him towards the older man.
"I couldn't find the shirt I was looking for, so you're gonna have to deal with this one."
The fake psychic turns around to look at his boyfriend's shirt, unsurprised to see a slightly darker shade of blue.
"Do you wanna know where the other shirt is?"
Lassiter's eyes widen as he looks down into the younger man's face.
"You've seen it recently?"
His boyfriend taps his temples and sighs a bit. It's hard to have to explain things now Lassiter knows he's not psychic.
"Eidetic memory, remember? Anyway, you left it in my apartment. You said it was for next time."
The head detective blushes a little bit, but leans down to kiss Shawn to hide his embarrassment.