[Hank visibly relaxes, absolutely wanting to take that out. He shoves his hands into his pockets and tries a smile; it comes almost easily.]

So, how far we goin? I'm going to warn you now, it's been actual decades since I went hiking, I'm probably going to bitch the whole way.

[The leftover memory of Cayde's emotions is still fizzling through him, faintly enough now that he can put a name to it, to what it was that shocked him so hard. He focuses on Cayde more than on trying to figure out just what it is he thinks about that. It means Cayde was already enjoying himself almost without any input from Hank; it means he's probably going to have a good time just being here, and that's as far as Hank needs to think about it, about what being really, honestly happy actually feels like.

The trees are kind of nice, anyway, even if they are weird. Maybe a hike will be okay, before they have to start shooting shit.]