Shawn left Gus, dumbfounded and speechless, at the Psych office and went to see his father.
Henry was in the garden when Shawn pulled up on his motorcycle. When he saw his son coming towards him, his helmet dangling precariously from his curled fingers, he stood up and wiped his hands on his jeans.
He could already tell Shawn was pissed about something.
"Shawn? What--"
But Shawn didn't even let him finish his thought.
"You pushed me off the roof?!" He shouted, gesturing angrily with the helmet.
At first, Henry was too taken aback to be sure if it was a question or an accusation.
"What?" He asked weakly.
There was nothing else he could say.
"You heard me! You pushed me off the damn roof!"
This time, there wasn't any question about it. Shawn was accusing him.
He remembered.
Henry sighed and ran his hand thoughtfully over the back of his neck, leaving a dark streak of mud behind.
"I didn't push you off the roof," he said quietly.
"Yes, you did! I remember! You were yelling about that damn Transformers watch and then--"
"And then what, Shawn?"
Henry's eyes met his son's firmly.
He wasn't going to give an inch on this willingly.
"You know damn well what!"
"But do you?" Henry challenged coolly. "Before you accuse me of something, Kid, you'd better make damn sure you know what the hell you're talking about. Do you remember what happened?"
"I remember enough!" Shawn snorted, dropping his helmet on the ground. "You were yelling about that damn Transformers watch!"
"…That you lied to me about…" Henry added pointedly.
"Twenty years ago!" Shawn shouted in exasperation, not sure how he had suddenly been put on the defensive.
"Not twenty years ago, Shawn." Henry corrected him. "For twenty years. You lied to me about that watch for twenty years."
"So you pushed me off the roof?! You tried to kill me over a watch?! "
"I didn't try to kill you. I didn't push you off the roof."
"Yes, you did!"
Henry crossed his arms stubbornly, his voice calm though he was sure Shawn could see his heart pounding through his shirt.
"Shawn. If you can't remember what happened, you can't accuse me of anything. What happened after I found the watch?"
Shawn sighed loudly, rapidly losing patience with this game.
His father was wrong.
His father had tried to kill him.
Why couldn't he just admit it and move on?
"I don't know!" He snapped. "I didn't feel like listening to a five hour lecture, so I left!"
Henry nodded, slowly uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to his side.
"Then what?"
"Then you pushed me off the damn roof!"
"Shawn."
"I don't know! You--"
Shawn suddenly stopped as the final piece of the puzzle fell into place, his face softening ever so slightly.
"You fell first." He said quietly.
Henry looked down at his shoes, for the first time refusing to meet his son's gaze.
"Yeah."
"You didn't push me…it was an accident."
"Yeah."
"Then why the hell didn't you just tell me?!" Shawn shouted, suddenly angry again. "If it was just an accident, why would you lie?"
This time, Henry didn't have an answer.
He stared blankly at the ground, almost hoping Shawn would retract the question.
But, of course, he didn't.
The question hung in the air for several minutes, neither Spencer man moving or even breathing.
"Well?" Shawn pressed finally. "Why the hell did you lie if it was just accident?"
"Because." Henry said quietly, finally looking up. "It was my fault."
