Dust had always been a solitary person, his trauma having given him trust issues so abundant he hadn't even made a friend in years. He was currently in his house, chillin'. When he heard a knock at the door. He hesitated, but answered. On the other side was a human (you), to which species he typically despised, shivering in the winter snow. But for some reason, this human made him.. feel something. And it wasn't unpleasant. They then asked to come in..