Think you could handle being the guy who's not smart enough to leave when he oughta? Cause uh, I don't know, I got faith you've probably got that part on lockdown.

[Which is a totally fair callout, he thinks, for a guy who swam straight into the freaky weird space tear in the sky-ocean like, all on his own, deliberately. Hank takes another drink, finishing off the small amount that'd been in his glass, and looks down at that glass while he talks because focusing on it's an okay way to distract himself from the awkwardness of what he's about to say.]

So, the uh. About the murderbot thing. You're- uh, you're not- I mean, Connor gave me shit for saying that uh, murderbot, you know, a while back. I didn't really... pay attention to him, but um, maybe I- But that's not you. I didn't mean it, you know, that way. Look, I don't know-

[He looks up at Cayde for this part. His eyes can't settle for long on Cayde's, keep darting down to his jaw, to the struts in his cheeks, and then back up, but his face is serious.]

I don't know what they- [Getting into tricky territory here, he doesn't want to go too far into what's probably Cayde's private horror, but if he's going to say this he's got to reference it at least a little, and 'they' is nice and vague.] -meant for you to turn into, but you're not. Just, for murder or, you know, that kind of thing. That's not who you are. I know that. So-

[He looks down again, swirling the glass to run its bottom edge in circles over the counter.]

So if I'm the reason you uh, said that, called yourself, you know, whatever. I didn't mean it that way. So, uh. Sorry.

[Holy shit this is terrible. He probably shouldn't have said it at all. Someone save him from his own stupid shit.]