He doesn't, really, but he can't bring it up and drop it immediately. He only did so to let Cecil know, however discreetly, that they share something more than what they've already discussed.

"His name is Max," says Gus, and it takes every bit of improvisational willpower he has to use the present tense. "He is... my partner. We work together." He swallows, strangely nervous. What he's saying lies so close to the truth, but there can't be any harm in telling it, not here. "I manage a restaurant, and he is the chef."

He allows himself a small sigh. "It isn't so much the business," he murmurs. "I don't like the idea, but it will continue without me. It's Max that I miss."

He's never said anything like this before, and it disturbs him, because it is truer than Cecil could possibly know.