"Oh no you don't, Shawn Spencer. Get back he-. . ." Following him with heavy, supposed to be threatening footsteps Gus froze when he hit the threshold of that room, it was. .it just felt odd.
His eyes skimmed around for a moment, his scolding forgotten when he spotted a hint of a photograph stuffed under some pillows. He could clearly make out Shawn's smile and what looked like Lassy's. He sighed. "Shawn listen, I know. . I haven't been here. I mean, don't get smart about that but I know, ok? But you're not helping anyone, especially yourself bottling this shit up. You're acting more liken Henry than yourself."
He leant in the doorway, philosophy taking over his brain, blocking out the implications of his own words. "It's ok to love him even if he's gone."