Dusty watched Caelan make up his mind. He'd started drinking but still had his sense about him. Caelan hadn't started yet, so there would be no impairment to his decision making skills. Dusty had given him fair warning and Caelan hadn't seemed to care. With that, Dusty passed him the moonshine. Caelan went on to talk about a 'symbiotic' relationship and Dusty furrowed his brows, then reached for his smokes. He lit one and considered the young man's words. He wasn't sure if he should be conflicted or turned on by Caelan's words. He was having mixed emotions with the man's hand between his thighs.<br/><br/>He wasn't wrong. They were spending time together, doing the sort of shit that men did. More than that, they were doing the sort of things that Dusty kept hidden. Caelan was unabashed in his confidence and seemed to have no issue asking for what he wanted. Dusty found that attractive, even if admitting it might<br/><br/>"We from different worlds,<i>etranje</i>, das for sure." Dusty took a long drag of his cigarette, leaning his arm over the back of the chair and trying to give Caelan more room. The old wooden chair creaked under their combined weight but Dusty didn't seem concerned, content to push the furniture to its limits. Caelan wanted to keep seeing him. It was a lonely sort of existence with the current state of the world but somehow they've found one another. Everyone who'd ridiculed Dusty for his personal business was dead.<br/><br/>"Spent my entire life thinkin dat god would punish me for dis sort of ting. It's kind of ironic. Da reckoning come, and here we are. One of da few dat make it. Maybe living trew it is da punishment, but seems to suit me jus fine." Not much for Dusty had really changed. He nodded. "I keep coming by," he promised, catching Caelan by the back of his neck, cigarette between his fingers, to pull him into another kiss.<br/><br/>"You ever know me to bluff on a threat?" Dusty rasped against the other man's lips.