Gus eyes the representative of the ever oppressive system of white dominance. This jail guard was a symbol of the man.

The man who currently held his best friend captive, no doubt on trumped up charges that would ultimately prove to be false. Which was one of the reasons Gus skipped his end of the day lecture in Macroeconomics. Only something as important as hearing Shawn's side of the story and helping his buddy out could tear him away from an amazingly cool class like that.

Gus doesn't like how all these guards are giving him funny looks. He's been perfectly congenial at every opportunity, and he's even wearing a tie, and yet he still gets the feeling that these men are judging him, silently condemning him to the fate of his friend and everyone else in the building. They're taking one look at him and mentally adding him in with the rest of the inmates.

Gus swallows a knot of dryness in his throat.

He would not do well in prison.

And this is no place for Shawn either. Finally, finally! When he's allowed into the visitor's area and escorted to a tiny metal chair, next to a depressing looking phone, Gus releases his breath.

At least they aren't going to drag him away and beat him to death... not yet, anyway.