Dusty shook his head.<br/><br/>"Don't matter. Men do shit when dey get to drinking." He blew it off like it wasn't something worth talking about. It was over, and he'd moved on. They were stranded for the time being, and really any hostility he had felt the night before had moved out when the anger had faded.<br/><br/>"You don't hit for shit anyway."<br/><br/>He moved to watch Caelan from the porch, so he didn't slip and drown. He would not have heard him shout over the sound of the rain hitting the roof and the sides of the shack. His expression was disapproving as Caelan returned with the clothing in his arms. They would need them back eventually, but Dusty hadn't cared in the moment.<br/><br/>"If I thought the clothes mattered at dis point, I would have grabbed dem." Now they were both soaking wet. The temperature wasn't so uncomfortable, even unclothed as he was, once out of the cold rain. The embers were still warming the small space, for the time being. He needed to add that wood soon and hope the moisture didn't put the coals out entirely. With some of the dryer pieces tucked under his arm, he followed Caelan back inside, kneeling down by the stove to try. The piece of wood sizzled when added, and Dusty blew the smoke and steam away, trying to work with it until the water burned off and the rest of it had time to catch.<br/><br/>"Didn't account for da wetha. Storm like dis not so common early in da season, but it is what it is. Least we got food an shelta. I've spend days like dis out on da boat, with no where to get out of it."