[ The argument won't stand, but this level of misery is enough that he can get away with some things he might have taken longer to wind himself towards otherwise. Dropping his head onto Cayde's shoulder, for one, as he drags the cloak's hood up to block as much of the light out as he can. Cayde's still warm and that's all that really matters beyond the throbbing at his temples. ]
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[ The argument won't stand, but this level of misery is enough that he can get away with some things he might have taken longer to wind himself towards otherwise. Dropping his head onto Cayde's shoulder, for one, as he drags the cloak's hood up to block as much of the light out as he can. Cayde's still warm and that's all that really matters beyond the throbbing at his temples. ]
You did a fire.