Cory heard Shawn get in late that night. Topanga had already gone to sleep, but he was up late studying for a test the next day. His brain hurt and wanted to take a break (he did, not his brain) so he walked into the apartment next door to talk with Shawn.
"Busy day?" he asked calmly.
Shawn looked up at him as he put his coat away. He laughed a little, "yeah, you could say so."
"Where did you go?" Cory asked.
"Just this book store, it's a nice, quiet retreat."
"Look, Shawn, I'm sorry about today, I shouldn't have said anything."
"No, don't blame yourself, I was just taking a little unused steam out on you. I didn't mean to… well…I mean… I didn't mean to try and…" he tried to finish the sentence but somehow got stuck on every effort.
Cory had known Shawn since they were young; he knew what he meant. The two clasped hands together, then hugged.
"So," Shawn began running his hands through his hair, "I take it you stayed this time. What did you talk about?"
Cory immediately knew that Shawn was talking about Turner. "Nothing, just filled him in on my life, on Topanga's life."
"I take it that I was a common subject," he said curiously.
"Actually, no." Cory answered.
"Really," Shawn said surprised.
"Yeah, we just, we just talked. You know, come to think of it, Topanga and I talked, he just listened." Cory laughed softly, "the subject never came to him."
"You think he's changed?"
"I don't know, as far as I've seen, no. But, like I said, he didn't really say much."
Shawn took a deep breath and sat down on the couch. He put his legs up on the old coffee table, "It's weird, we've known this guy since we began at John Adams, but now it seems like we're back to the beginning. I mean, three years have passed and what have we heard of him? Nothing. He didn't try to make contact with us once, not a single time since the day of the accident."
Cory just shook his head instead of talking. Shawn continued, "It seems like every time I see him I want to confront him, but when I try, I…I…I get nervous, like I can't control my own actions."
"I know the feeling." Cory sat down next to Shawn. He rubbed his tired face. Today had been a big day and he wanted to get some rest. "I'm going to go to bed, night."
"Yeah, night." Shawn sat there for a few more minutes thinking of their conversation. He knew that he would have to confront Turner tomorrow in class. In some ways he was excited, in more ways he was nervous.