Sleep came easily for him. The day had been long and the evening longer, with all of the tribulations it held. He bundled himself up in the blankets, back turned to the door so Dusty might acknowledge his sleeping form and put himself to bed without qualms. The last thing either of them needed was to continue their squabbling into the night when they would both be better off sleeping off their anger.<br/><br/>The door blew open with a gust of wind. Caelan woke with a start, his heart racing in his chest. He gripped the blanket in his fist and sat up, squinting into the darkness as Dusty stumbled into the shack.<i>Lock what</i>…? Caelan thought, head spinning with fatigue. It took him seconds to remember where he was and who he was with. The sound of the rain beating on the side of the cabin sounded far more thunderous than the soft, fat raindrops that plopped on the windows outside of his apartment. Caelan reclined back against the mattress and grunted softly as Dusty climbed over him, sliding his large, damp body across the blond.<br/><br/>Caelan wrinkled his nose after Dusty collapsed beside him. He smelled like dirt and beer. The stench seeped out of his pores like sweat. It was apparent that Dusty found more to drink outside and took liberally to the stash. Caelan was silent as he slid off the edge of the bed and stood. He turned back to Dusty, trying not to feel residual anger as he looked at the man. He knew his own actions were most of the reason why Dusty was in this state. Their afternoon had gone so well and Caelan ruined it with his mouth.<br/><br/>He arranged the blankets over Dusty, tucking them in around him so that the last of Caelan's body heat might warm him. Dusty was soaking wet and only in his boxers. It was stupid of him to be outside at this hour - whatever hour it was - especially when storms rumbled through this area without warning. He was sure the man's drink aided plenty in his lack of common sense.<br/><br/>Caelan crouched down and pulled the trundle out. He pressed down onto the makeshift mattress with the palm of his hand. It was homemade and incomparable to the bed he had at home, even so to the lump Dusty was sleeping on now. The state of Dusty was enough to convince him to put up with it for the night. He settled onto the padding and covered himself with a blanket, laying on his side as he listened to the storm rage outside.