Then it clicks. Cayde thinks Hank’s freaking out. He doesn’t know what just happened. Maybe he’s not wrong, but he must not get what Hank’s even asking, and whatever Hank was asking to- to feel, just to double check, just to see, it’s gone now. All he’d feel is proof of the fact that he just fucked up, that his bullshit took that moment and whatever was in it away from Cayde.
Hank drops his hands, raises one to rub his eyes. Okay. He can salvage this. He’s fucked up dates worse than this and even got laid afterward, he can bring this back - maybe not to where it was, but to somewhere.
Was that worse than this? A trip to the ER probably counts as worse, technically, but this is-
Never fucking mind his screwed up feelings about his own shit. There’s a situation he needs to work on.]
Don’t worry, I’m not uh, losing it or anything, that was just-
[He can’t say it. He can say it. He explained this once and it was fucking excruciating but Cayde was decent about it, genuinely decent, and Hank can put on his big boy pants and use the big scary m-word again. He drops his hand, looking Cayde in the eyes with a quick, polite smIle.
That was just- magic shit. You know. Turns out I can-
[He gestures back and forth between them but, no, Cayde deserves actual words, use your words, you asshole.]
Turns out it goes the other way too, so. Just surprised me, I wasn’t expecting it. And I mean, as ways to ruin a, uh- a night out go, that was better than getting a concussion, right? So, uh. If you still want to tell me about this place, that’d be cool. You’ve been here before, haven’t you? Bounty hunting stuff?
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Then it clicks. Cayde thinks Hank’s freaking out. He doesn’t know what just happened. Maybe he’s not wrong, but he must not get what Hank’s even asking, and whatever Hank was asking to- to feel, just to double check, just to see, it’s gone now. All he’d feel is proof of the fact that he just fucked up, that his bullshit took that moment and whatever was in it away from Cayde.
Hank drops his hands, raises one to rub his eyes. Okay. He can salvage this. He’s fucked up dates worse than this and even got laid afterward, he can bring this back - maybe not to where it was, but to somewhere.
Was that worse than this? A trip to the ER probably counts as worse, technically, but this is-
Never fucking mind his screwed up feelings about his own shit. There’s a situation he needs to work on.]
Don’t worry, I’m not uh, losing it or anything, that was just-
[He can’t say it. He can say it. He explained this once and it was fucking excruciating but Cayde was decent about it, genuinely decent, and Hank can put on his big boy pants and use the big scary m-word again. He drops his hand, looking Cayde in the eyes with a quick, polite smIle.
That was just- magic shit. You know. Turns out I can-
[He gestures back and forth between them but, no, Cayde deserves actual words, use your words, you asshole.]
Turns out it goes the other way too, so. Just surprised me, I wasn’t expecting it. And I mean, as ways to ruin a, uh- a night out go, that was better than getting a concussion, right? So, uh. If you still want to tell me about this place, that’d be cool. You’ve been here before, haven’t you? Bounty hunting stuff?