Still don't own Psych. Also, this one is very, very short, so the next chapter will be soon.
Shawn couldn't sleep again, and he knew why. Carefully, so as not to wake Juliet or the baby, he crawled out of bed and tiptoed in his bare feet to the bathroom. The floor was cold, but Shawn had to make sure.
Once there, he flipped on the light, wincing at the sudden brightness, even though he'd been expecting it.
He stared into the mirror, seeing as he did so the dark circles under his eyes. But those didn't matter, not then. What mattered was. . .
Shawn was always a little vain, and this was crossing a line. Lassiter could not be right. Because Lassie being correct was physically impossible. Shawn didn't care that genetics were kind of against him, he was certain this wasn't happening.
Shawn knew he was obsessing, and he didn't care. Taking a deep breath, he tilted his head down and peered into the mirror. After a second, he sighed in relief.
Lassiter was wrong. So were genetics. Shawn's hair definitely wasn't receding.
. . .
. . . Right?
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