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They eventually manage to wrap up recording Purity. Joey's said something about trying something when mixing it, but he was almost through the door already and Chris didn't really catch what he was saying. He's too tired to care though, the last half hour has been a complete grind because he saw a screw pop off and now he needs to see if he can find where it got. He's not thinking too hard on how lucky it's been that nothing broke.
The voices of the others are gradually fading down the corridor, Chris is still trying to find the stupid screw, standing by his kit and trying to think like if he was a loose screw where would he be.
"Been thinking about what you said earlier..."
Shawn's solid warmth follows his voice into Chris's space, pushing against his back, big hands folding over his hips. And Chris freezes a bit, maybe he shouldn't have trolled them so hard. He can hear Shawn's breath and feel his fingers tighten a bit but he doesn't answer just yet, maybe he likes head games.
"Chris...?"
"Yeah Shawn?"
"I mean, y'know, what you said earlier and I've been thinking like in between takes, but if it's a problem, y'know and if you'd wanna get the protocole in for your own set cuz we did mine the other day but it'd only be fair that yours all proper too..."
Shawn trails off and takes a deep breath, Chris is always kinda impressed with the length he can speak without pause. He puts his hands over Shawn's, half comfort and half making sure he doesn't move them more.
"Nah I think my kit is fine, or it'll be when I get that screw back in anyway."
Shawn's fingers twitch under his, and Chris feels him drop his face against his shoulder. He wonders how this is going to play out, rejection is never easy, especially with a coworker, it's not like Chris plans on dropping the band. Shawn doesn't move or say anything for long enough that Chris has started contemplating the logistics of maybe letting Shawn suck him, it might turn out to be the easier option in the long run.
"Fuck you're a complicated nut to crack, Fehn... Show me where that screw's missing, I'm pretty sure I have some lying around at home."
And just like that Shawn steps back and to the side, Chris doesn't sigh in relief but only because he's pointing to the missing screw's spot.
"If you can get me the right one, I'll pay your beer for the whole of next week," Chris offers softly, an apology and an offering of normalcy.
"Nah, that's worth at least a month of beer!" Shawn grins at him an eyebrow cocked up, daring him to refuse, and Chris grins back but still pretends to be annoyed when he answers.
"Fine, one month!"