Dusty was drying faster than Caelan, partly because he had less clothing on. Denim would take ages to dry, hence why he never bothered to put his jeans back on. He didn't say anything about the water, just sipped the liquor as the young man got the coffee going. He certainly wouldn't mind a cup after the sort of rest he'd had. On Caelan's way by, Dusty snagged him by the hem of his pants.<br/><br/>"Should get out of dem wet clothes before you really catch cold," he advised, seemingly back to his even temper.<br/><br/>"Did not mean to go off da hinges last night. Been a while since I've been hit in da face. Just reflex. Never been a time I weren't primed and ready for a fight, no matta how I seem." Violence was second nature. He enjoyed a drunken brawl, only once Dusty got going he often took it too far. Caelan hadn't known was sort of reaction he'd been instigating, but he did now. He'd either know better next time, or Dusty wouldn't take it as serious. "You caught me by surprise." If he'd been expecting it, he might have processed it as something amusing. Instead, he'd only seen a white hot rage before realizing it was only Caelan, just having miscalculated.<br/><br/>"Not used to pulling punches eida," Dusty remarked, though he was glad he had. He would not have wanted to see Caelan with a busted face if any of those hits had landed. So, all in all, it was a lesson learned without a whole lot of harm done. Something easy to move on from, with it addressed. He tugged Caelan over his thigh, setting the moonshine down to unzip the jeans and help him out of the sopping wet denim.<br/><br/>"No one here but us," Dusty reminded. "Should hang dem close to da stove. Maybe da heat help dry them. Though it looking like we have one more night here, if dis storm don't settle down. Dey be dry by morning."