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</div>Jean wasn't sure what warranted the more frequent appearances of that old rust bucket truck but it was one he both recognized and loathed. He and Dusty had a dark history, one not so soon forgotten even under the circumstances. So naturally, Jean made an effort to figure out<i>what</i>it was that had Dusty coming back. Prior to that, the young man that lived in the apartment hadn't registered to him at all. Knowing he was connected to Dusty made it something else. Old resentments surfaced and Jean couldn't help himself. It was worth a deeper look.<br/><br/>The fellow left on his bike and Jean went up to investigate the apartment. Picking a lock was a skillset most of the vultures possessed, though generally most bones had been picked clean already. This was a mix of boredom and resentment. Letting himself inside, he closed and locked the door behind him, expecting to see some signs of Dusty. The only thing he found was an older style revolver that looked a bit out of place, which he slid under the belt he was wearing. He made no attempt to hide it and didn't find any other weapons. Did the young man invite Dusty up and he'd forgotten it? Is that what had Dusty returning? For the most part, Jean didn't see anything else that spoke of Dusty. No cigarette buds laying around, crumpled beer cans, or fist sized holes in the walls. Some plants. Mostly it was mundane things. Like for a moment Jean had stepped away from all the chaos on the outside and into a tidy college student's shitty apartment that they had made the most of.<br/><br/>Dusty always liked them younger. Jean wasn't at all surprised.<br/><br/>His purpose though? Initially he thought he would have a peek and then leave, but as soon as he cracked opened that door and the young man became real he knew he wasn't just going to let it go. Would he wait around to scare him? Tell him all of Dusty's deep dark secrets? Something worse? It was hard to say where his mood was taking him, but he decided he'd make himself comfortable until the occupant returned and see how it went from there.