[For a moment, just a moment, he squeezes Hank’s shoulder in a small, steadying kind of gesture. It’s quick, subtle, and then he’s right back to normal. Hank’s been cool enough not to focus on the terrible things from before, he himself isn’t going to make things awkward by publicly acknowledging the strange ennui that’s bleeding between the both of them.]
Milk.
[Thank the Traveler for Hank’s dirty mind, it helps cut some of the tension and gives Cayde an easy out from having to be serious. With a huff of laughter he meets Hank’s gaze, waggling his browplates before looking back to the river.]
Not even kidding. There’s a big scientific name for it, but between you and me? Everyone calls it ‘Vex milk’.
[A beat.]
Don’t go tasting this mysterious liquid, okay? This one actually is bad for you.
[Alright, so getting a chance to poke fun is still definitely a thing.]
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Milk.
[Thank the Traveler for Hank’s dirty mind, it helps cut some of the tension and gives Cayde an easy out from having to be serious. With a huff of laughter he meets Hank’s gaze, waggling his browplates before looking back to the river.]
Not even kidding. There’s a big scientific name for it, but between you and me? Everyone calls it ‘Vex milk’.
[A beat.]
Don’t go tasting this mysterious liquid, okay? This one actually is bad for you.
[Alright, so getting a chance to poke fun is still definitely a thing.]