Gus nodded his head before glancing out the door. "I'm going to look around. See if I can find some work." He wasn't interested in just giving up and he needed to eat. He was used to working on the side as pure manual labor.

That and he needed a drink and he wasn't going to be able to afford one without money.

"You good or you need someone to walk you home?" He was sincere. Gus wasn't from a safe place and he really didn't trust fuck-island to be safe for anyone.