[ His mouth opens in protest — Cayde hadn't brought him the coupon, hadn't provided him with any kind of sustenance at all prior to these arrangements, what kind of sorry excuse does he think he can get away with? But Cayde's fingers quell the urge to argue almost immediately, so much so that he almost seems to visibly deflate with it. It's really not that big a deal.
He reaches past Cayde for where his own cloak is spread out on the table, soaked through and not at all comfortable. Sober and he might have cared as he shoves it out of the way and it spills over the edge onto the floor, but he's far more concerned with tipping off Cayde's lap just so he can pull him down across the table with him. ]
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He reaches past Cayde for where his own cloak is spread out on the table, soaked through and not at all comfortable. Sober and he might have cared as he shoves it out of the way and it spills over the edge onto the floor, but he's far more concerned with tipping off Cayde's lap just so he can pull him down across the table with him. ]