As impressive as Shawn had just been with a piece, Lassiter's reasonable side said it was probably for the best. "I suppose you have a point. Besides, I'd hate to see what 'psychic' fits you'd have with a gun as a prop."

Though it disheartened him a little that Shawn could do all that so easily without seemingly having to practice often--Okay, Carlton, no, you can't get pouty over your significant other's ability with a gun, that would be the stupidest thing to break up over.

Instead, he gave him a grin and nudged him with an elbow, "Well, at least I know I can bring you to the gun ranges now! Maybe it can be our Tuesday night thing."