Shawn recognizes the matching song right away. He perks up, both physically and mentally - the physical part an awkward pause in the middle of licking his fingers, the mental one a mixture of surprise and explanations - coincidence, statistical probability, that magic place where you suddenly know what your random iPod will play next.

He glances over at Charles and there it is again, a sudden rush of information that he seems to get off him, as if he's scanning his person for it.