Dustin had avoided Ryker like the plague since that event. Staying with Hund. He had Chinese. He carried it into the room and blinked. "What are you doing?" He asked. Looking rather confused. He came in and sat down next Hund. Handing him his favorite Chinese. "Peach vodka? It be easier if you mixed it into hot chocolate made with milk." He said softly. "Um...why you doing that? You don't drink?" He looked at him worriedly. "Did someone hurt you?" He asked softly. Stopping him as he looked to get another drink. "You don't look so well. It go down easier in hot chocolate. Body won't even know its alochol." He said softly. Looking at him. "Brought you chinese."