Caelan stood frozen beside the bed. His heart pounded in his chest as his eyes locked onto the gun, his gun, tucked into the man’s belt. He could only imagine Dusty’s opinion on him leaving out the one<i>actual </i>weapon he had been provided. Besides his trusty pocket knife. Caelan’s eyes jumped from the gun to the man’s face as he mentioned Dusty. He blinked and felt his eyebrows dip in the center, his features conveying his confusion at the relation. Mutual friend? If they had a mutual friend in Dusty, then why was the man<i>here</i>?<br/><br/>“I’m fine here.” He responded with little emotion to color his voice. He could feel his hackles raising.<br/><br/>The man had his gun and could easily shoot him. Caelan had a feeling that his visitor wasn’t here to kill him.<br/><br/>Caelan wet his lips and crossed his arms over his chest as the man shared more about their mutual friend. “I don’t know anything about anyone else. I’ve never asked.” They didn’t pry into each other’s personal lives like that, despite Caelan wondering more about Dusty and his past. He shared stories about himself - like his family and his dad - in the hopes that Dusty would open up to him. So far, things hadn’t worked out in his favor in that regard, but he didn’t push. At least not intentionally.<br/><br/>“I would really like you to leave. I don't know you or your brother. It sounds like Dusty is the one you need to visit if you’re in the mood to reminisce.” He stepped to the side and gestured towards the door. “Just put my gun on the table and get out. Please.”