Gus allows himself to be lead. "My face isn't going to be covered in wrinkles." He frowns, and then catches himself in it. Gus sighs and tries to clear his expression.

"So, how do you want to do this? Left side or right?" He thought he'd have enough energy to trudge back to the couch for the night, but now that he's here, Gus knows that's all just wishful thinking.