the possessiveness of things and status and stature amongst people. feeling numb to everything and drifting along doing what he wants and doing a dogshit job of hiding it. the need to express that ennui through rage and punctuated bursts of violence. he wears a mask of alcohol and cocksure machismo. and he's just such a fucking petty bitch about it at times, getting in the verbal jabs when he can. a man with no future and nothing holding him down. going through the motions. rust goes to the PI office he's running and it's just an empty storefront in a strip mall and all of his stature is projected in his suit and nice car and it's just such a fucking microcosm of the aimless soul trying to find a hole to fill.
sincerely didn't go into this getting major repressed vibes from Marty. if anything we expected it from Rust. surprised to learn Rust is cis as hell. knows what he's all about even if he thinks he has to die to see it through, but he also wears it transparently and fatalistically. if Rust was trans he'd just start fucking wearing dresses and lay out or yell at anyone who looks at him cross-ways. good for him. worse allies to have in your corner.
