37. Eyes
They both stood there, rooted to the spot, in deep shock. Shawn's eyes were wide in surprise. He had no idea what to think or feel. Juliet stared back, her eyes mirroring his in equal shock. What have I done? She asked mentally. Neithar of them had expected Juliet to lose it right then and there. The kiss still stung on their lips. Juliet broke the stare when she heard footsteps coming from the hallway. In a panic, she bolted away from Shawn so they were a good distance apart.
Declan and Gus entered the room, causing Shawn and Juliet to both put on unconvincing looks of innocence. Declan seemed to buy it and glided over to Juliet. He hugged her tightly. She grimaced slightly and wrapped her arms around him. Shawn looked away from the sight, and found that Gus was shooting him questioning glances. What the hell is going on? Gus thought, attempting to unsuccesfully send Shawn a message through telepathy.
If Shawn could understand Gus' question, it wasn't obvious. Shawn cleared his throat awkwardly,
"Well, we should get going. Have a great trip Juliet." He said, the words lacking his typical humerous tone. The room was silent for a few moments when he realised that it had sounded like he had only been speaking to Juliet, which he had, but he told himself that he shouldn't be.
"Uh, you too Declan." He added quickly, trying, and failing to make it sound normal. Gus narrowed his eyes in confusion as Shawn lifted his hand in a small wave. He nudged Gus, who opened the front door and walked out. Shawn began to follow, but looked back at Declan, still holding Juliet in his arms.
His sad eyes stared into her confused ones. It lasted like that for just a split second, but it was enough to cause Shawn to feel quite broken as he followed Gus and gently shut the door.
The drive back to the Psych office was an awkward and tedious silence. Every so often Gus thought of asking Shawn what happened, but each time he opened his mouth, he at loss of what to say. Shawn was grateful for silence possibly for the first time in his life. He wasn't sure if his brain could hold a proper conversation at the moment. The whole way back, he kept his distance and stared out the window unblinking, and incoherent