Sometimes even angst needs some schmoop, like the complicated relationship between Henry and Shawn and how no body gets to talk shit about Shawn except Henry.
"Shawn rounds the corner of the Hall connecting the Bullpen with the individual offices, halting as he sees Lassiter and Henry talking just outside of Sargent Barts door.
“He's been a menace since he started, does some good work but he's got no respect for protocol or authority, god I don't know what the chief sees in that waste of space”.
He sees Henry stiffen at the words, breathe out a low laugh that has Lassiter grinning, but Shawn knows that laugh intimately and hears ‘Danger, Danger Will Robinson!’ blare in his mind as his dads posture changes.
Henry leans in close to Lassiter with a cold grin and says, “you call my kid a waste of space again, Detective, I'll put you through the wall, are we clear?”
Lassiter blinks once, twice, his face slackens in shock before he nods. Colour blooms high on his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he steps out of Henry's looming presence.
“Crystal, sir,” he mumbles."