Dusty took the beer and headed out for the dock, stepping into his boat, where he intended to spend the rest of the evening. When he was out of beer he switched to moonshine. Killing time drinking alone until he passed out, until his darkened mood had a chance to blow over. Once incited, it wouldn't take much to set him off again and he figured it was safer to just stay away for a bit. He had not wanted to hurt Caelan. If he had wanted to, he would have. He wouldn't leave Caelan out there either, no matter how pissed off he was. He figured they'd head back by morning, perhaps putting an end to their odd sort of friendship. It was not the first time Dusty had slept in his boat, and he doubted it would be the last. He used his jeans as a pillow, laying flat on his back still only in his boots and boxers. The guns were still with Caelan, inside the shack, and any talk of self preservation went out the window because Dusty was drunk, angry, and tired.<br/><br/>It was the sheets of cold rain that woke him up, followed by a crack of thunder. It unsettled the river, slapping the boat against the dock and Dusty scrambled up, jumping up onto the uneven dock and slipping into the muddy bank as he tried to jog across it. He cussed the whole way inside,<br/>throwing the door open. Caelan hadn't locked it. Maybe because he expected him to return, but it was still stupid.<br/><br/>"Why didn't you lock de fuckin door?" Dusty grumbled. His voice sounded like gravel against the wind whipping against the shack. Thunder threatened in the distance. The coals were still burning low in the stove, but the candles had burned themselves out. He didn't know what time it was but it was still dark outside and he didn't feel rested. That may have something to do with his sleeping arrangements. He kicked his boots off, and still partially intoxicated, climbed over Caelan to drop himself down onto the bed beside him. He wasn't angry any longer, just drunk and cold. The space was rather limited, but in his state, that really hadn't bothered him. Nor had he really considered that Caelan might still be pissed.