Dinner seemed to go as well as could be expected. Conversation was stilted and awkward and Henry was completely oblivious.
"Look, I don't know what's going on with you two, but it's Christmas so you need to kiss and make up."
Maybe not so oblivious after all. Carlton and Shawn stared at him with round shocked eyes.
"I know you have this rivalry thing going on but today, you need to let it go."
Carlton was the first to recover. "Henry, you are absolutely right, how about another round of drinks?"
"Sounds like a great idea. Shawn?"
"Well, I'm beat and little drunk. Shawn, show Carlton the guest room, I don't want him driving."
"Hey! That's my room."
"It's the guest room; you know where the couch is."
"Henry, I'm fine."
Henry eyeballed him blearily, "You've drank more than I have and I outweigh you. You're staying here."
Shawn put his hand on Carlton's shoulder, "Listen to the man Lassiter."
Carlton looked at the hand, and Shawn, warily and acquiesced.
"What are you doing here?"
"You didn't care earlier."
"I was wrong."
"Carlton, it looks like Shawn left, he's not oh god…"