"I--"

For a second, Sonny is stunned into silence. He's not sure what he was expecting, as far as reactions go, but child-like excitement and inquiries over helicopters and their existence wasn't even on the list. It wasn't even near the list. It's nice, though. Not the startling and somewhat confusing question, but the particular sound of Credence's voice, the thrill and wonderment he speaks with.

Sonny can't ever remember hearing the younger man speak like that, but it's a nice look on him, so to speak.

"Yeah, we do," he says, smiling despite his next question: "Don't you?"