[Hank tilts his chin up in a nod, filing that away next to the memory of a comment he vaguely remembers Cayde making about not liking reports. It's all about the journey, to Cayde - the journey Cayde hasn't been able to go on cause he's stuck in some kind of management position.

It's good to know all that just because he wants to know it, it's good to slip another puzzle piece into what Hank thought he knew about this guy and watch the way the picture changes. But he doesn't chase the topic; being stuck in a job you hate's no joke, especially for guys who love being out in the field like that, and Hank would be willing to bet that's still true even in the post-apocalyptic sci-fi space future.]

Nah. My dad sort of was, and the lakes you get in Detroit really are something, if you catch em at the right time of year, but I guess something about it never really sunk in. I was always, uh- I don't know, I guess there was always stuff to do, places to go, no time to stand there fartin around in the flowers unless there was someone else there getting something out of it, you know?

And you, you said the nature stuff was more of a warlock thing? That's what you thought I was gonna be, before I ended up in whatever the fuck kind of outfit this is. Does that mean you thought I was some kinda hippie?

[He's smiling, teasing a little. Because - come on, man. Really?]