Title: Some Sort of Love Story
Inadequate Fool Disorder
Finally—finally!—Lassie was over his "Inadequate Fool Disorder". Right around the same time that Shawn's "Lassie Sickness" was ebbing away. It meant a comfortable lull in their relationship when both parties weren't that anxious in each others' presence.
Until Shawn did something stupid.
That was just barely, when he leaned over the space between the couch and the armchair Lassie was in and pressed his lips to the other man's. He tasted like scotch and warmth. Saltiness. Shawn knew as before he was doing it that it was a terrible idea. Now he felt even worse about it.
Tomorrow's Theme: "Unlikely Companion"