[Hank finally does sit, and it's a small win at the very least. A step forward in breaking some of the not-tension that's built up, and even if he's made it clear to place himself a little further away than suggested Cayde's glad to see him relenting regardless.]

Yeah, well. Sometimes a guy wants to appreciate a good bowl of ramen, you dig? And that stuff? Awful. Just awful.

[It's nice to fall back into banter, takes some of the stress of everything away, but he has to spend a minute or two thinking over how to actually answer Hank's question. I didn't give a shit, it's a strange way to word things and there's a follow-up question there, on the edge of Cayde's tongue, but he bites it back.]

I mean, you weren't there, so you really didn't have a reason to give a shit. [He grins slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he leans forward.] But it was...like I'm no scientist, I'll be the first to admit that, and I've gotten myself into way worse but. I dunno, imagine just...pain, deep in your bones, like someone split 'em open and filled 'em with acid. There's only so much a frame can handle, so I'm pretty sure if any of us had gotten too close it'd been lights out, fried circuits all around.