pained psychic

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This fanfic is based off of the world of Psych (Tv) and the 1st season.
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Despite the warm weather in Santa Barbara, Shawn always preferred layering long sleeve tops under his polo tops and everyone always thought it was his fashion style, his choice. However, it wasn't a choice.

If Shawn didn't wear long sleeves there was no doubt that he would a thousand questions, sympathetic glances, and probably won't get hired by the police.

Thin sheets of sweat layered his face most of the time. It irritated him. His rough scars itched with the heat, and it took all of his power to not rip off his long sleeve tops...or even his own arms.

"Come on man! I need to solve something!" Shawn pleaded with Gus to drive him to the police station.

"No Shawn, you always ask me this. I need to work, my boss is gonna kill me for missing another deadline." Gus replied, he felt slightly bad for abandoning his friend, even if he was right behind Shawn every other time.

"But-"

"I said no, Shawn."

Shawn sighed, shoving his hands in pockets and walking out of Gus's place to make a slow walk to the police station.

With each step in the heat, Shawn felt beads of sweat gather on his skin and his clothes restrict and rub against him. There was no doubt he stank of a thousand football teams after practice, that's why he kept a small perfume vile in his pocket.

Perfume, not cologne because Shawn felt cologne was too powerful and made him struggle to breathe. He preferred the soft floral scents of flowers and the lovely smell of fresh cotton and fluffy blankets.

He entered the station and went to the bathroom to gather himself. Turning the rusty tap on with a squeak, he splashed water all over his face and rubbed it into his hair, looking like he came out of a shower.

Shawn stared at his reflection, huffing. It was getting tiring spending every day avoiding the truth and avoiding being brave.

His eyes glanced down at his covered arms in the mirror. Shawn knew that most of the scars were pure white now, but showing them made him feel vulnerable. Even at night, he wore long sleeves as anything but his clothes touching them felt violating.

They were his scars. His secret. His life story.

Every day Shawn contemplates yanking off his long sleeve layered tops and showing his scars casually. But every time he tries, he holds him arms close to himself and tried to cover them as much as he could.

Shawn left the bathroom to sneak into a briefing on another case. This time there was a case about a missing wedding ring worth $5 Million and Shawn was desperate to prove to Lassiter and the others that he could do this. That he was worth being on the team.

Shawn seeks approval from everyone he meets and creates wild stories - like being a psychic - to cope with daily life. Skipping around his thoughts, he hides in laughter and jokes.

He listened long enough to catch vital information but not too long to he caught. Leaving, he swiftly moved on the balls of his feet to not make a sound.