'Sometime'? Okay, I get it, you wanna buy time so you can figure out something good, I get you. Don't worry about it, I know comin up with something cool right off the bat's gonna be hard for you.

[Trying to get and keep eye contact with Cayde, Hank lifts his glass to his lips, moving slow, not in a hurry to hide his smirk. God, this is the most normal he's felt since getting lost in these fucking... whatever the hell they are, in these memories in space in the middle of the ocean. More terrible nutso shit. You'd never think it to look at the guy, but hanging out with Cayde is good for that. Cayde's always been good for that, even, Hank's finding, after a kind of day like this, when all he wants to do is curl up somewhere and pass out for about a thousand years. Even with that running through him giving Cayde shit is fun, it's actually fun, and Hank's having fun doing it.]