[ His second boot falls to the floor with the first, all its parts and pieces clattering in protest as if to make a point. He tosses both socks after them once he's got the second one peeled off, but if Cayde thinks he's taking his foot back he's got another thing coming. There's a joke on his tongue, something his drink-addled mind thinks is sharp and cutting, but when he actually looks up at Cayde again he can't be bothered to ruin the quiet of the scene.
The sound of the rain on the roof above sets a certain sort of calm to the room. Andal can't help the little quirk at the corner of his mouth or the way his eyes light up just so like he knows a secret Cayde doesn't. He touches the edge of Cayde's hood, head tipping curiously as he traces the shape of it down to where he can curl his fingers into his collar. ]
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The sound of the rain on the roof above sets a certain sort of calm to the room. Andal can't help the little quirk at the corner of his mouth or the way his eyes light up just so like he knows a secret Cayde doesn't. He touches the edge of Cayde's hood, head tipping curiously as he traces the shape of it down to where he can curl his fingers into his collar. ]
How'd you get so wet?