When Shawn came to, he was immediately aware of the freezing cold water surrounding him. He jerked and attempted to get out, but a hand on his chest stopped him, pushing him back against the even colder shower tiles. He stared at the hand, and then his eyes travelled up the arm connected to it, all the way—

"Hi," he said, meeting those oh so blue eyes.

"Hey," Lassiter responded, removing his hand from Shawn's bare chest to push his now much longer hair back and out of his face. "You weren't supposed to find me."

Shawn didn't respond right away. He had just realized…he was naked. He glanced at Lassiter. The older man was still in his sheriff outfit. Something was very wrong with this picture. Lassiter seemed to have gained the sudden ability to read his mind because he rolled his eyes, leaning back to straighten his spine since sitting on a toilet lid was not the best thing in the world for the column.

"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

"Yes," Shawn said, flushing slightly. "But at the moment, you were naked, too. And we were busy at the time so our state of undress didn't really matter. Well, I guess it would have mattered. Can't have sex with all your clothes on. It's kinda difficult to get it on when your jeans are in the way. I mean, we could always try. There might be some magic trick or something we could do to make it work, but I really don't think there is."

Lassiter just looked at him for a moment. Finally, he said, "Are you going to die on me? Or are you good now?"

Shawn seemed to be thinking it over, but he truly was taking stock of his current physical condition. Aside from being tired, cold, and hungry, he felt fine. "I'm good. Starving, but I'm good. How long was I out?"

Lassiter answered with a shrug. "Not very long."

"Good. Can I get out now? I'm freezing." Indeed, Shawn had been shivering since regaining consciousness.

Lassiter nodded, grabbing a towel as Shawn pulled the plug and the water drained from the tub. The former detective held the rectangular cloth out to the psychic who took it and waited for the other man to leave the bathroom before standing and drying off. When he entered the adjoining bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist, Lassiter was at the dresser, pulling out clothes for Shawn to wear.

"What," Shawn said with a playful smirk. "You don't want me to just let it all hang out?"

Lassiter snorted. "Maybe if I lived here by myself."

Shawn blinked and he was going to ignore the way his heart clenched at the idea of his Lassie living with someone else. He quickly glanced around the room. All the objects seemed to belong to Lassiter and there was nothing in the bathroom that would indicate that it was being shared. There had been only one set of Suave Ocean Breeze shampoo and body wash. Which was Lassiter's.

Further contemplation was going to have to wait because during Shawn's sudden and almost panicked investigation was interrupted by Lassiter walking over to him, slipping his hand behind his neck and his other arm looping around Shawn's lower back, pulling him forward to close the distance between them and kissed him. Shawn was good with this, and indicated so by eagerly kissing back and sliding his arms around Lassiter's waist.

Sadly, there was a knock on the open bedroom door.

Lassiter broke the kiss, resting his head against Shawn's. "Yes, Franz?"

"As much as I'd love to watch some boy kissing, I regret to inform you that we have an emergency."