Super-short chap, but there is a reason. One to go before the end. Stay tuned.
Burrowing Maturity
-Oh dammit Lassie, yes, I've already said that. I don't know what you're building up like. No. No. Yes. Eh? Well, maybe I'd listen more if you stop barking in my ear. No, I didn't. You. I. I gotta go. No no I can't stay, gotta go. Can't hear you. Gotta go. Whatever. Go.-
Shawn dropped the call, pressing on the phone screen with enough force to crack it. Gus scowled from behind the Blueberry's wheel.
-Shawn, this doesn't do. You can't keep dropping on your boyfriend every time he got pissed.- He didn't mention that it meant almost always.
-C'mon Gus, you know how it goes. He screams, I tunes out, he screams louder, I buy pizza. It's how we work.-
-Oh sure. Such an adult relationship, isn't it?-
A sigh.
-If it wasn't like this we wouldn't be at this point, after all.-
The mood flipped; they slipped in one of the rare sacks when they were actually adults. It wasn't comfortable. They didn't like having a maturity all on their own. They preferred burrowing it randomly, like a fishing pole.
Gus cast him a worried glance.
-Are you still decided about this thing, Shawn?-
-Yeah, Gus.-
-I mean, I perfectly understand the reasons. Or at least, I accept them, but I, I don't want to see either of you getting hurt. Mainly because otherwise Jules would kill me in a very painful way. You know how protective she gets.-
-Believe me bro, it's not easy for me too.- Shawn grumbled. -But I. I can't not do it, buddy.-
-Fine. I believe you. It's just, I thought we would never come at this point. Not with Lassie, at least. I really thought...-
-Yes.- The car hummed under gray skies. Shawn leaned against the window, and was not smiling.
- Yes, me too.-