Dustin stares at Link for a moment, like he's waiting for him to elaborate. Of course he doesn't. Why would he expect him to do something like that? Dustin's face goes into his free hand, kneading at the crooked bridge of his nose, before he glances sharply upward again with a flat glare.

"Knock," he drones. The irony of the fact that Dustin did not follow his own advice when he first got here, skulking about and letting himself into other people's houses, does not escape him - it's actually part of the reason he's so exasperated now. To his credit, he hadn't assumed at the time that anyone considered these dumpy ruins their 'home,' but Link knows Dustin works here. What's his excuse?

Whatever - he doesn't really care about the reason, as long as Link doesn't do it again. Dustin continues to give him more options. "Or fucking--leave me a message before you get here. That's better, actually. Anything but..."

He trails off, eyes narrowing.

"...Are you stuck?"