It's noticeable when Danse puts distance between them. Noticeable when their thoughts seem to slip further apart and perhaps barely touch one another's; like fingertips slipping just out of reach. Deacon is thankful for that, because his thoughts tend to spiral, and he spends enough of his time thinking of every regretful action he's ever taken and of every ghost that haunts his memory. There's a ghost right there with him he should be focusing on, but with Danse comes danger, too, because the other man is still coping with the fact that his history isn't what he thought it was. If he'd found out there had been even more he didn't know---

Nope. Spiraling again. He needs to focus.

"Roger that. Lead the way, boss." he replies, that humored tone he always tends to speak with really pulling it's weight, now. Deacon has always been exceptionally comfortable with lying. The fact that someone can hear his truths is actually terrifying. It's the most vulnerable he's ever been in ages, and given his history with Danse in particular, that makes it even moreso.

"How about you tell me more about this place," he suggests, hoping for a distraction, "I mean, you know, the real insider info. Who you trust. Who you don't. Who makes the best moonshine. That sort of thing."