Minor (very minor) spoilers for An Evening with Mr. Yang. Hello- Lionel Richie
He was pacing past her desk again.
Most people wouldn't describe the action as "pacing;" maybe prancing, flitting, bounding, but not such a routine motion as pacing.
But most people didn't know Shawn Spencer.
She wondered if he would ever just stop, look her in the eye, and say what he wanted to say. She knew that she would never, ever find the courage to say what she wanted to say. Not after the last time she'd tried.
That didn't stop her from wondering where he was every second of every day.
She wasn't sure how to even begin, not that she was going to try. But she couldn't help but hope that someday, they would be able to come clean.