The first night, the place was in shambles. Almost everything was still in boxes and late night had come entirely too fast thanks to being called off on a case. Gus had given Shawn a kiss goodnight and left him to his own devices to figure out his bedroom situation while he took to setting up the frame and mattress in his own room.
Satisfied the bed was where he wanted it, Gus digs his favorite sheets out of a box and makes the bed - standing back a moment to admire his handiwork before changing into his fireman pajamas and climbing in for the night. He was exhausted, and figures sleep will come quick and painlessly... but it doesn't. All he can think about is Shawn just a few feet across the hall and how lonely his big bed feels without him.
It had been a joint decision to have separate rooms... to keep things simple and maybe slow down a little bit. But in the gory dark of night all he really wants is to feel Shawn wrapped around him.
Frustrated, he turns onto his side - facing a window with no curtains in the somewhat empty room - and tries to force himself to sleep.