Hold Me, and Give Me Pineapple

Yes Gus Lassie

Lassiter's Perspective
Lassiter didn't return the next day. He even took a sick day off from work, to tired from restless nights. On Saturday, he figured it was finally time to visit Shawn. He dressed for the first time since Thursday, a crisp blue suit, as well as Shawn's favorite tie. The hospital was bustling as usual, and only room 203b lay untouched. Balloons danced around gifts in the soft breeze from an open window. Lassiter watched Shawn sleep as he made his way to the familiar green chair. He sat down, noticing the ring box perched respectfully on the bed table. He edged his hand across the pale blue sheets, grasping Shawn's hand. His eyes flicker open.
"Lassie? Is that you?" He whispers, reaching out towards Carlton.
"Yes Shawn, it's me. How are you?"
"Why are you dead too? I...I'm..."
"Shhh... Shawn, you aren't dead. The doctors say you'll be out soon, I hope to hell." Responds Lassie, kissing him on the hand.
"Lassie! Oh, lassie! Lassie! Wait, why...wha..why am I in the hospital?"
"You got shot remember?" The detective swipes away a tear, hoping Shawn doesn't notice. But he does.
"Oh, baby, don't cry. Look, I'm fine." Shawn reaches up and kisses Lassiter. Just than, Gus walks in.
"Oh, uh, oh, sorry. I'll leave you two alone. I guess..." He stammers, quickly closing the door. Shawn laughs, getting a chuckle out of Lassie.
"I better go now. I love you, Shawn." He says, pushing back the metal chair and squeezing Shawn's hand one last time before walking calmly out the door. He gets a awkward moment between Gus and him, finding Gus be listening to the whole conversation, before saluting and nearly skipping down the hall.

SHAWNS PERSPECTIVE

Gus slowly walks in, glancing at the door. "What the heck, man!" He stares at Shawn.
"What? A man can't love another man?" Shawn smiles.
Gus shakes his head. "Yeah, but Lassie?!" He throws his hands in the air. "Oh. My. God. My best friend loves the head detective! Shawn, what has gotten into you?!?" Finally, he stops.
"Calm down. Okay, one, I wouldn't say exactly love. Two, so what? Three, lassie isn't that bad after all." Shawn says, holding his hands up.
"Okay, my turn. One, Lassie hates us, I swear. And two, not love? Humph, then why is there a ring box on your night stand?" He motions to the untouched box.
"What let me see that!" He grabs the small box, and slowly opens it. His face lights up as Gus leans over.
"Oh my god, Shawn." Gus slaps his forehead. "Now can I have that ring from the cereal box when we were kids?"
"What?! No! I'm keeping that." Shawn pouts, still holding the ring. "Uh, I'm kind of tired. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure see you." Gus walks out, looking hurt, but also relieved.