After the spotlight (for bigkitty75)

[head_psychic]

Shawn sneaks inside, alone, careful not to be seen. His lower lip is caught between his teeth and he bites down the frustration from time to time to stay focused on not making a sound. He's breathing hard, he's close to panting, his emotions running high. The place is empty but it doesn't stop him from walking up the stairs as silently as possible until he's once more in the sofreakinavantgarde room of the loft. Now with the case closed they have to get their things and move out.

He's not sad about leaving this place. He feels bitter about it, he feels bitter about a lot of things right now. His head throbs with an aching pain that could also be a lump in his throat for all he cares. Which he does not, he doesn't care. At all. About anything. His dad with a hickey, I'm going on a second date with Susan, Susan, what kind of name is Susan anyway?

No, he can't, he can't deal with this, he can't, there's just no way in hell. Shawn accidentally knocks his bag over, his hands are shaking, he wiggles them a little to relax his tense muscles. He grabs the bag and puts it back on the bed, throwing his stuff inside, determined to pack and leave as soon as possible.

He really wants to get out of this place before any of those air-headed models drops by for further commentary.

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[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Not at your expense, it doesn't!" Shawn snaps, stepping closer and invading Gus' personal space. "You excluded me. You refused to talk to me just because you knew your little shiny group didn't and wouldn't accept me. When I tried to talk to you in front of them you would put up that disgusted face as if something contagious was growing on my head, because you didn't want to lose any prestige around your 90-60-90 buddies. Did I forget something? Oh! Yes. All of that after I went out with you to celebrate your damn birthday and even delayed the case because you asked me to!"

Shawn steps back because the hurt is too much to keep talking. "So don't you dare, Gus, don't you dare blaming me for anything here. I am not going to apologize for you ditching me to pimp your ego!"

And with that Shawn grabs the bag and is out of this freaking place.

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

Gus holds completely still. Until long after Shawn has left. When he finially does move, it's auto-matic, mechanical. Goes to his car, gets in, drives home, puts his things away.

Step by step, because doing anything else. Thinking anything else is so far beyond his reach right now.

The last thing he does before he goes to bed is pick up his cell phone and check the voice mail from these past few days.