Dustin craved the quiet and cool of outside, too. For different reasons, but still. Now that he'd shown his face again though, he wasn't going to get away with staying out here, once he was done with Shi.
He reached to take the tip the smaller man offered. "Thanks," Dustin told him awkwardly, discreetly glancing at the bill and then pocketing it. Or he thought he was discreet, anyway. Subtle wasn't usually Dustin's strong suit when he wasn't using muscle memory from some ninja he'd seen or something. (Which wasn't always it was cracked up to be, since sometimes if you mimicked things done with a wire, and didn't HAVE a wire, they still didn't work. And hurt.) "It should be. So. . . if you call again then you can just ask for Dustin to bring it out back, if you don't want to go out front." And still tipped. The tip probably just bought him dinner for a couple of nights.