[He half considers making a comment about Andal leaving his gross, damp foot in his lap, but Cayde lets it be. Rests his hand on top of Andal's foot and lazily rubs his thumb in circles by his ankle. Eyes cast up to the edges of the ruined ceiling and what he can see of the sky past it, unconsciously tilting his head a little toward Andal's hand when it trails the lines of his cloak.]
Would you believe it? Some guy made me come out to some crappy building in the pouring rain just to see him.
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Would you believe it? Some guy made me come out to some crappy building in the pouring rain just to see him.