Dustin shrugs, this time not bothering to look Radley in the eye. "Fine. Good luck I guess."

And...that's it, apparently. For a little bit. The teenager forges ahead, content with the silence and lost in thought. But he keeps circling back to the rather reluctant admission that Radley did kind of save his ass back there, which means he owes the man a favor, which means...he can't be as flippant about this goal Radley has as he might want to be.

Eventually his brain forces him to address it. Midway into wading his way through some itchy grass, Dustin sighs and abruptly turns to face Radley again.

"...What do you need?"