it seems as if the reluctance that kettle springs had first met his self-defense courses with has slowly begun to dissipate, though ruston can see that not everyone is quite onboard with it just yet. he's grateful for jerri, and how many of the attendees seemed to have spoken to her, rust sure that most of the class has been populated by her word-of-mouth; he certainly isn't doing advertising of his own, beyond the neatly scrawled note left on the community notice board, which he'd only done at glenn's insistence. he's trying. trying to reintegrate into this town and appear as everything's fine; as if being back isn't cleaving him in two, albeit slowly. these classes are a nice reprieve from cole's complaints about casting or rants about the wardrobe department; from parson's babbling on the radio at all-hours, even when rust requests silence. he's glad to have some time away from the uniform and station, though he's sure the moment he goes outside, he'll hear parson or billy over the radio, needing something from him, and it makes him groan internally already.
he's grateful for jerri's presence in general, but even moreso in this moment when he can use it as an excuse to delay that. cole's busy, anyway, though rust does quickly check his phone to see if cole has sent a message, but he must still be with production for that video meeting for the international investors... there's a frown on his face at the sight of no new notifications, but when jerri begins to speak, he tries to brighten, sliding his phone back into his pocket and turning back to packing up the table of refreshments he'd set out on impulse, trying to make this seem a little more fun. "you're a better judge of that than me," rust admits, laughing softly, not bothering to try and tell jerri she doesn't need to help, because he knows her, knows she won't listen; rust wouldn't, either, when it comes to helping her. "of course your friends listened to you," rust goes on easily, readily naming them as such, because why wouldn't they be? jerri's a good friend. any of them would be honored to call her their friend... "might have to turn someone away to give glenn a spot," rust jokes in a deadpan, flicking his eyes across the room, then focusing on jerri again, and taking a chance, channeling cole for a moment. "not sandra, though. she has potential." this said casually, like he and cole haven't discussed jerri's crush a half-dozen times.