There's a lot to be said for lust and breasts pasta. And good company. And fumbling with his phone as he tries to swipe out a text message that sounds like anything other than 'I just had sex with THE DEVIL' because Shawn probably won't take that well.

He slides into a clean pair of boxers and follows her to his small kitchen, settling on a sweet but simple;

I'm running late - be there in an hour... maybe two.