Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Psych Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Drink The Skele-Gro ❯ 5. Seeking Solace ( Chapter 72 )

My life has been very trying lately, so therapeutic writing to the rescue.

 

One of the duties of being best friends is the ability to understand one another without the use of words. Therefore, when Shawn, sulking over his latest rejection from Juliet, flopped down in the chair next to the salesman, Gus knew just what he meant. “I think she was perfectly justified,” he commented.

 

Shawn's right arm twitched.

 

“You sent her your love note in the form of a howler.”

 

The psychic's legs crossed.

 

“'So?' How did you think she'd react? Do you have any idea how embarrassing that must have been?”

 

Shawn's shoulders slumped.

 

“Just tone it down next time. I'm sure she's not completely repulsed by you.”

 

Shawn started to adjust the position of his left foot before thinking better of it. Instead, he laid his right arm across his waist.

 

“What? Hey! Shawn!”

 

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