Dustin

After what seemed like hours Dustin watches as you walk out of the room you were pulled into. You walk away with your head down. As he got a glimpse of your face, he could tell something was up, but he couldn’t figure out what. Dustin follows shortly behind you, his footsteps silent on the hardwood floors. Peering into your bedroom, he closes the door behind him, leaning back on the door. His muscles and tattoos were outlined by the lowlit room. His face expressionless “What happened..?”