[Hank's said a lot of things, brought up a lot of good points, and truly there are things that should probably be addressed. Cayde, however, is more distracted by one particular thing-]

Sit down, stay awhile.

[As if he isn't the one intruding on someone else's living space. But it brings things onto more equal ground, he thinks, if he can convince Hank to relax even the slightest bit. Ignoring the hypocrisy of that, he himself is tired and stressed, he reaches up as if to grab the man's wrist and guide him down, but aborts the action just moments before his gloved hand touches skin. Right. The touching thing. Hank had made that pretty clear back in the dream, it'd be a pretty shitty move to ignore that. So instead he turns the gesture into a sweeping motion, patting the mattress beside him.]

Well, there was a lot less water and a lot more. A lot more storms. Real tech-y kinda place, the kind where no one'd bat an eye at me walkin' down the street. The storms though? Bad news. Nearly took a chunk of us mechanically inclined individuals out for good. Food was pretty bad too. I'm talking really bad. Made all the fish seem like a gourmet meal, if I'm bein' honest.

[Rambling, he can do that.]