[He catches a glance of the exposed gun, perhaps not at all that surprised by it. Given Cayde’s questioning, it would be strange for him to not be carrying one.
But even so, Connor is quiet a moment. It isn’t so much hesitation as it is the ingrained notion — somewhere deep in his processing — that he isn’t supposed to be accepting any kind of weapon outside of extenuating circumstances. If even then.
But it seems like Cayde is nearly as stubborn as himself, and he can’t deny that there’s no harm in temporarily carrying it while they scope out the Storm. And so with something that might be an exhale, Connor takes it by its handle, turning it over in his hand and feeling the weight and balance of it.]
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But even so, Connor is quiet a moment. It isn’t so much hesitation as it is the ingrained notion — somewhere deep in his processing — that he isn’t supposed to be accepting any kind of weapon outside of extenuating circumstances. If even then.
But it seems like Cayde is nearly as stubborn as himself, and he can’t deny that there’s no harm in temporarily carrying it while they scope out the Storm. And so with something that might be an exhale, Connor takes it by its handle, turning it over in his hand and feeling the weight and balance of it.]
...what “kinda stuff”?
[What kind of stuff did you do back home, Cayde.]