As the tension dies down and things become ok again, Taylor relaxes enough to lean against Locus properly, all head on shoulder and eyes half closed in languid focus. Something in Azucar skidded sideways there. He saw the blip in the pattern but couldn't put a name to it. Couldn't make it make sense- but they're all good now. Locus drinking, music playing, the breeze blowing off the ocean.

"Me either, bud." Not a thing he does, putting his mouth of people if he doesn't want to.