Dustin was out like a light. His mind was racing through what had happened. A look that was a mixture of fear and relief was written across his face. He slept against the warmth of his buddy. Feeling something encricling him and curled up into it. Whimpering from pain. He whimpered as he woke the next morning. He looked around in a panic then relaxed as he saw Hund. Letting out a sigh of relief. Inside he felt that tell tale teeter totter that always was followed by him attempting suicide. Yet he could never die. Never. It just wasn't allowed. He didn't want to but at the same time this depression was overwhelming. There was no light in his eyes. There was not even a hint of a smile on his face. He looked ready to cry but he had forgotten how to cry on his own. Without an outside source. He sat up slowly and petted Hund. His brother was his best friend and he trusted him more than anything. If he ever did die he was certain Hund was the only one who would miss him. Luckily for them he couldn't die. He twitched and wrapped his arms around Hund's neck. Burying his face in neck. Saying nothing as he pulled away and went into the bathroom. Using it and came back out. He would need to get things from his room. He needed clothes and his daggers. He walked over and sat on the bed against Hund. His eyes hollow at the moment. He was sort of zoned out on the world.