Shawn freezes, the grip on his bag hardening momentarily.
He stares at Gus, all the anger and rejection, the night alone in this freaky place, all the loneliness returning like a slap in the face. He's almost convinced he can hear the echo. "Seriously?"
He takes a step forward. "You're calling me the bastard here?"
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He stares at Gus, all the anger and rejection, the night alone in this freaky place, all the loneliness returning like a slap in the face. He's almost convinced he can hear the echo. "Seriously?"
He takes a step forward. "You're calling me the bastard here?"