They were trying to pin down the same thought. With wide eyes, Tony released one arm to raise a pointed finger and pressed his lips tightly together; he hadn't said anything, but Cayde had also remembered the run, and the wind, and if this was some kind of shared psychosis then Tony was pretty certain they weren't giving each other these thoughts out loud. Cayde had a second to figure out all of that from Tony's expression, then Tony was bolting away again, the race back on in a churn of bubbles from his whipping tail.