[It's weird, what he feels when Cayde mentions Hank showing him around Detroit. It'd be just like this, imaginary, no one even there, but it makes him think about Cayde being there for real, and that- it's like-
Well, shit. Thinking about bringing Cayde home to Detroit feels like a friend wanting to come over when gran was in town, that same all-over body cringe and reminding himself that he loves her, he does, it's just- well, Hank knows what stuff he's got to ignore in order to get through a visit.
And he remembers his first impression of Cayde, that he was an android that walked out of the factory before they put his skin on, and Hank's pretty sure that's the impression the rest of the city - hell, the world - would get when Cayde came to town, too.
It's not an issue because Cayde moves on from the topic quick, it's not an issue because it's never going to actually happen, but it's just... weird, for a split second. He's lived there his whole life, and hasn't ever thought of Detroit that way.
He pushes it to the back of his mind. Some part of him's probably going to keep chewing that over, if he can't manage to forget about it, but he's not going to worry about it right now. He might look a little surprised, very briefly distracted, while he tries to switch gears from his own weird thoughts to what Cayde's saying, but once he does the surprise disappears into a crooked little smile.]
I don't have a single clue what any of that means. I know I really want to show you some Mythbusters now - they were big on 'applied research' - but the rest of it... uh, I don't know, I guess it depends on what kind of duty you mean.
Also, uh. [Hank looks amused, yeah, but he also looks like he knows he might regret asking this.] Tickle fingers?
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Well, shit. Thinking about bringing Cayde home to Detroit feels like a friend wanting to come over when gran was in town, that same all-over body cringe and reminding himself that he loves her, he does, it's just- well, Hank knows what stuff he's got to ignore in order to get through a visit.
And he remembers his first impression of Cayde, that he was an android that walked out of the factory before they put his skin on, and Hank's pretty sure that's the impression the rest of the city - hell, the world - would get when Cayde came to town, too.
It's not an issue because Cayde moves on from the topic quick, it's not an issue because it's never going to actually happen, but it's just... weird, for a split second. He's lived there his whole life, and hasn't ever thought of Detroit that way.
He pushes it to the back of his mind. Some part of him's probably going to keep chewing that over, if he can't manage to forget about it, but he's not going to worry about it right now. He might look a little surprised, very briefly distracted, while he tries to switch gears from his own weird thoughts to what Cayde's saying, but once he does the surprise disappears into a crooked little smile.]
I don't have a single clue what any of that means. I know I really want to show you some Mythbusters now - they were big on 'applied research' - but the rest of it... uh, I don't know, I guess it depends on what kind of duty you mean.
Also, uh. [Hank looks amused, yeah, but he also looks like he knows he might regret asking this.] Tickle fingers?