Gus doesn't say anything. Besides he should already know how many hats there were in his apartment, not many. Aside from that one fedora he hoped to find a good reason to wear one day.

No, what he wants is to find out whether or not they really did dance tonight. Gus leans in close to Shawn, closing his eyes and just breathing.

It's that whole sent memory thing. He can smell his way back to the feel of slow dancing with his best friend.