"I'm just saying it would be less than favorable if I started advertising the fact that I enjoy defacing buildings in my spare time. You know, since I make a living in painting over the stuff." Gus wasn't buying the whole 'do what you love' business. He hadn't bought into that in awhile, mostly because he'd resigned himself to doing what he had to do. Duty came first, then pleasure.
He was a little screwed up in the head, but try telling him that.
"I will," he said, watching her turn to leave and offering a little wave back. Gus wasn't quite sure how he felt at the moment, but he guessed it was better than he had when he'd pulled out that cigarette.