"You're contagious," Tony hissed, with an accusatory gesture with the innocent stuffed animal, his captured hand still bouncing like it had to maintain the momentum for Tony to properly solve this problem, the sparks under his skin leaping readily across Cayde's conducive metal. "I was having a great day, nothing was wrong," he insisted, waving back at the towers then, like his sulking hadn't been obvious back there, and he had to keep talking as much as he had to keep moving, "and then you come at me with this, like we ever need a reason, if you don't blow something up in the next fifteen minutes we're going to get the sweats, I'll race you right now, I thought if I didn't distract you, you'd say something about Ikora." That still didn't explain why some string in the water was so distracting, but Tony knew it was true, and dared Cayde to contest it with wide eyes.