Rusty couldn't handle crying girls. He'd only want to scoop whoever up and hold them in a tight bear hug until they felt better or passed out, whichever happened first. So it was probably wise that Brad didn't burst in all weepy looking as he did. Lying face down on his bed, butt in the air and head in his pillow, Rusty waited until he heard the knock on the door then, muffled, answered 'Come in'.
He would like to sleep. But he wouldn't get that luxury.