Stirring at the sound of a knock at his door, Dustin attempted to wipe away the fresh tears from his eyes before speaking. "Ann? Umm Yes you may come in," Dustin's voice cracked from crying so hard earlier. He tried to sit up in the bed, fixing his hair and wiping his face he tried to look as presentable as possible. He lit a candle that was next to his bed to show a dim light on his side. His hair was messy still and his face was re and puffy from crying still. He adjusted his shirt and pulled the blankets up his stomach and waited for Ann to come in.