Gus opens the door to see Shawn waving a knife around and yelling. His dad looks unimpressed, and is also holding a knife.

Gus sighs.

"I hope you're not really trying to kill each other, Shawn you know you don't have enough health insurance to cover damage to any major artery." Gus heads straight for the refrigerator, he stopped to pick up dessert like Henry asked him to. He eyes the elder Spencer with some speculation. “I’ll assume you do though.”