In season 6, episode 15, minute 36:05, of Psych USA, Shawn Spencer rushes into the precinct, worrying about Juliet's injuries after getting rammed by a truck. Shawn slides at Jules feet, concern in his voice, asking if she's okay.
Lassiter then, extremely sarcastically, says, "I'm okay too, Spencer, thanks for asking."
Now, you tell me why Lassiter would care about Shawn not caring about his injuries too? Mhm? WHY WOULD HE CARE? He doesn't like Shawn, and it makes sense that Shawn would be worried about his girlfriend, love of his life, being in a car accident.
Lassiter himself has seen Shawn after broken bones, gunshots, and other bad injuries, except Lassie has never asked Shawn if he's okay. So why would he care THAT SHAWN DOESN'T CARE??
There's one simple and quite "straight" answer, Carlton Lassiter is a raging homosexual for Shawn Spencer, and is jealous that Shawn's not paying any attention to his injuries.
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Shawn Ruins His Food
Summary: The dysfunctional poly group has finally moved in together. But that only means they are now getting introduced to Shawn’s strange eating habits.
It was a sunny Tuesday morning, and Shawn and Gus were spending it inside.
Currently, it was only them in the house, as it was a work day for both Juliet and Lassiter. Gus would have worked today as well, but he had lots of vacation days he still had yet to use. So there they were, sitting side by side on the couch, munching on tortilla chips and salsa.
Gus reached into the bag and was met with crumbs. He was disappointed, of course, that there wasn’t any more to snack on. But that didn’t change the fact that there were no more chips.
“Well, this bag is done for.” He made to grab the bag and throw it out, when Shawn stopped him.
“What are you talking about?”
Gus set the bag back down. “It’s just crumbs left, Shawn. There’s no point trying to dip them.”
“That’s what you think.” He upended the bag into the jar of salsa, and quickly jumped up to grab a spoon. He sat back down and, not even bothering to mix it in, started scooping small bites of the new chip/salsa concoction.
Gus just stared at him for a minute before saying, “I can’t tell whether I should be impressed or disgusted.”
“Impressed.” He portioned another spoonful. “Here, have some.”
Gus made a tsch sound, and turned away. “Come on, son.”
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It was Wednesday afternoon. Gus was doing rounds, and Juliet had taken the day off to visit her parents.
Lassiter had come home from the station, wanting to spend his lunch break at home with one of his partners. He was now enjoying a homemade sandwich while Shawn rifled through the fridge.
“Hey Lassie-babe, where’s the sour cream?”
“I just got some more, it should be behind the milk.”
Shawn shuffled the milk aside, and sure enough it was there. He wordlessly peeled it open and licked the excess sour cream from the cap liner before throwing it away.
Lassiter’s nose scrunched a bit in disgust at Shawn’s act when he asked, “Why did you need the sour cream, Shawn?”
He just held up a finger. “Observe.” Taking a spoon, he scooped a small dollop onto it and set it aside. Then, he grabbed… an Oreo, and twisted it apart. He grabbed the spoon again, and-
“Oh, sweet lady justice, Spencer.” Lassiter’s face contorted into a grimace as he watched Shawn spread the sour cream onto the inside of the Oreo before smushing it closed.
"Hey, don't knock it till you try it." He took a bite, and a small bit of sour cream oozed out of the sides. "In fact..."
Lassiter caught on very quickly. "No, I do not want to try that monstrosity."
Shawn pouted. “Oh c’mon, Carlytown! Just a little bite! It won’t kill you.”
He looked at the Oreo, then at Shawn, then back at the Oreo, and then back at him. “I’m not entirely sure about that.”
Shawn didn’t give up that easily, though. He gave Lassiter his best puppy dog eyes he could, until he finally gave in. “Okay fine. Just give me the damn cookie.”
Shawn grinned and handed the rest to him. “Although I should warn you: it’s a bit of an acquired taste.”
Lassiter just rolled his eyes and took a very small bite. He immediately made a face at the taste. “Oh dear lord.” He stood up and practically ran to the trash can to spit it out.
Shawn huffed. “Really? It’s not that bad, Lassie-”
“I am never trusting you again when it comes to food.”
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It was Thursday, late enough to be dark. Both Gus and Lassiter were at their respective jobs, filling out different kinds of reports.
Juliet had been able to leave early, at Lassiter’s insistence that someone be home with Shawn — like he was a kid they couldn’t leave alone for more than 5 minutes.
Anyways, it was getting close to dinner. So Shawn made them both some instant cup ramen.
Juliet had already settled and started eating from her cup, but Shawn had gone off to the fridge. When he came back, he had a bottle of soy sauce and a jar of peanut butter.
Oh, he’s just going to flavor his ramen, okay. And Juliet went back to eating her food. But she paused when she noticed he hadn’t stopped pouring the soy sauce.
“Oh my- Shawn stop! You’re going to get a heart attack if you have any more sodium!” The bowl of chicken flavored ramen now resembled a bowl of beef ramen, which was slightly disturbing.
“Wha- Jules, I wasn’t done yet!” He tries to reach for it but she stands up and puts it back in the fridge.
Juliet didn’t hear him get up after her, however, and looked back at him and saw that he had scooped a hefty amount of peanut butter and was currently mixing it all in with the now soy sauce flavored ramen. She just sighed and sat down to resume eating.
“You want a bite?”
She hesitated. There was a lot of- well, everything, in that ramen. But how could she say no to that face? “…Sure.”
Juliet took a bite, and realized just how much soy sauce was really in there. Shawn had also failed to completely stir the peanut butter into the broth, so now there was a small clump stuck to the roof of her mouth.
Her mouth puckered slightly, in a reaction to the high levels of salt. Putting her hand to her mouth delicately, she rushed to the sink to spit out her mouthful of Shawn’s ramen.
“God, Shawn. How has your heart not given out on you yet?!” Turning on the faucet, she attempted to wash out the remaining peanut butter that was still stuck.
Not having an answer for that, he just shrugged and went back to slurping up his noodles.
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