Well, I just wanted to get this out quickly....hopefully that doesn't show lol

With all the thoughts whirling around in his head Henry was surprised he'd even gotten to bed. And when he did it seemed like only seconds later he was awoken by a loud meowing.

He blinked his eyes open and was greeted with the sight of a fluffy cat staring at him from the floor. "What?" He snapped at the cat.

Little Boy Cat 2 meowed again and left the room. Henry sighed deeply as he was reminded exactly why he hated animals. He slowly got out of bed and headed down the stairs in search of his son.

The sound of puking met his ears as he walked down the hallway. As he passed the open door of the bathroom he caught sight of Shawn, leaning over the toilet and looking like hell. The cat was purring against his leg, trying to offer comfort.

Henry leaned against the doorframe and waited until his son was done. It didn't take very long. He went to bars all the time, so he'd built up a tolerance to at least barfing. The only reason he was barfing now was because he'd drunk more than he ever had in one night.

As Shawn flushed the toilet he glanced up at the still staring Henry. "Glad I could entertain you." He muttered.

"You ok?"

"Fine." He got up and washed his face in the small sink before snatching his very old toothbrush he'd never gotten rid of. He unloaded half of the toothpaste on it before he started to brush. "Why are you still here?" He asked through a mouthful of stuff.

"It's my house."

He spit. "You know what I mean."

"I want to see if you're….ok."

Shawn choked and stared at him. "See if I'm ok? Who are you?" He rinsed out the sink and put his toothbrush down before turning to look his father over.

"Do you remember what you told me last night?" Henry ignored Shawn's question.

"No, the last thing I remembered is getting kicked out of like, the fifth bar for smuggling a cat in and then getting in a cab."

Henry sighed. "You are so irresponsible."

Shawn pushed back him out the door. "Whatever. I don't need your lectures right now."

Henry stopped Shawn by putting his arm out. "I don't want to lecture you. At least not now. I just want to talk."

"Well, at least let me lay down. My head is killin' me."

Henry raised his hands in surrender and followed his son downstairs. Once Shawn was comfortable, and LBC 2 was on top of him, Henry finally sat down too. He tried to see if Shawn actually wanted to talk.

"Why'd you even go out last night?"

"I got bored."

Ok, so much for that. "Kid, talk to me."

Shawn turned away. "It's nothing."

"Bull."

The younger Spencer just bit his lip and decided not to say anything else.

"Oh screw this. How long have you liked Lassiter?"

Shawn sat up quickly and then groaned and held his head. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"The reason you broke into my house at three in the morning!"

LBC 2 hissed and curled more into Shawn's lap. Shawn patted him. "A long time, ok! And I thought he liked me too damnit."

"Well maybe he does."

Shawn shook his head. "No. He doesn't."

"Did he tell you that?"

"Practically!!"

"Until you know for sure you can't just give up and mope."

Shawn looked his dad in the eyes. "What, are you trying to help me?"

"I don't like your drunk ass inhabiting my couch."

Shawn smiled and nodded. "Yeah."

"How'd you get in by the way?"

"I picked the lock."

"You can't pick locks."

"I can when I'm drunk. It was the only way to get into Gus's house."

Henry let it go. It wasn't worth the long explanation Shawn would give. "Go talk to him."

Shawn got up and made his way to the door. "I guess."

Henry went back upstairs, shaking his head the whole way. Today was like the Twilight Zone.

Shawn opened the door and came fast to face with Lassiter. He had his arm raised, ready to knock, and looked slightly scared.

"Hi." Lassiter greeted, surprised.

Shawn looked down at his feet. He had no idea what the hell to say. LBC 2 rubbed against his leg and meowed impatiently. "Oh. Hi."

It was quiet as both men tried to think of something to say. Finally, they did.

"Sorry." They said in unison.

Both looked at the other in surprise.

"Wait, what are you sorry for?" Lassiter asked.

"I shouldn't have…"

Lassiter knew where the younger man was going. "No! I was an idiot. I screwed up and hurt you and I didn't mean too."

Shawn tilted his head and looked into his eyes. "But you still don't like me do you?"

Lassiter didn't answer verbally, he just grabbed the front of Shawn's shirt and smashed his lips against Shawn's. Shawn was shocked at first, but he soon attacked Lassiter's lips eagerly.

Henry walked into the kitchen a couple minutes later, expecting his son to already be gone. Instead, he found his son being pressed into the wall by the very head detective Henry wanted to kill last night.

The older Spencer let out a surprised yell and got the hell out of the room before Shawn and Lassiter could even pull their lips apart.

Shawn laughed. "Oops."

Lassiter smiled at him and grabbed his hand while pulling away. "I want you to move in with me."

Shawn grinned. "You sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Then I'd love to!"

Shawn flung himself into Lassiter's arms, previous heartbreak forgotten.

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