It would be generous to call the agreement a 'plan'. Tony still nodded, satisfied enough with a direction that some of the gnawing frustration in his chest eased. Not the dread for Catra's fate, or that he might wake up in the morning before they could even go to find that Cayde had gone, too, back on the deadly path that Ikora had admitted to Tony, but maybe some of the guilt over his inertia. He slipped his arm around Cayde's, flicking the cigarette away to lock his hands together decisively with a smile full of innocent promise at his equally innocent friend. "Should we go take some requests, Hot Stuff?" he suggested. If he did wake up to that colder morning, he could at least make sure Cayde finally belted out some Donna Summer for him.