"You know," Matt said, swiping the bar idly with his rag, "if anyone else decided to fuck off for two weeks with no notice whatsoever they'd find themselves well acquainted with my foot in their ass."
"You know you love me," Shiro said lightly, carrying the ice bin.(more)
"More importantly, my father loves you," Matt said pointedly, and Shiro grinned at him. "You can do no wrong in his eyes, he even /said/ if you were gone it was for a good reason and you'd be back as soon as you could be."
"Yeah, well, Sam knows me like that." Shiro dumped the ice, a loud noise in the relative quiet of the bar at midafternoon. "Besides, I figure you'd put me on punishment detail for the rest of my natural life so I figured Sam was the route to take."
Matt glowered at him. "So why'd you ghost? Better be a damn good reason."
Shiro chewed on his lip and grinned again, a little distantly and in a way Matt hadn't really seen before. "Had something important to do."
"Something important, yeah, yeah. Doesn't have anything at all to do with that Lothario who was chatting you up here? The one you've been eating breakfast with every day this past week at the diner?"
"Stalker," Shiro called as he disappeared in the back.
"Concerned friend," Matt yelled back. "You're acting goofy, man, don't let him get his claws in you..." he paused, and said, calmly, "Shiro, did you fuck a selkie?"
"You're a terrible fucking liar, don't let the fin folk get you all twisted up, you know they're related to sirens, right?"
"First off, I've been informed that's a myth," Shiro said, leaning out the door, "and secondly, YOU SET ME UP WITH HIM."