Six months. Damn, he has only been here for three days it it already feels like forever. Six whole months and all Shawn wants is to get out of here, to go to the beach or another state or skydiving or just what the hell ever comes to his mind. He can't spend six months in here, he is going to die, he just knows it.

He absently rubs his forehead. "That'd be great, yeah," he mutters because the way Gus is looking at him he expects him to say something.