"You know it is;" he shrugs; "I wouldn't say no spark... just... problematic."

Gus considers his tacos, briefly considering just what said cook could do with them, and then quickly realizes that even drunk that's a little too weird for him.

"Um... he's pretty good. Kind of sad, though... you know? He can't go home."

The thought curls an even tighter ball in his gut than it did the first time he heard it, though it might be the t-n-t talking.