I know you weren’t tryna scare me. You’re a good guy.
[Hank’s just… well, Hank, and the whole hospital setting isn’t helping. He’s patting Connor on the back, assuming it’s more comforting for himself, but he’s going to give his friend a pat, dammit.
If Connor’s been here a while, he might know where the booze is — he has to know where the good stuff is, right? He almost asks, but Connor saying “a lot has happened” puts Hank on edge, has him stiffening, and he gives Connor a final pat before stepping back.]
I’m glad to see you, too — [Hank has to add this because he isn’t entirely an asshole, not with the people who matter] — but what the hell does “a lot” mean? You haven’t been…
[He gestures vaguely with his hands. Taps his temple, mirroring where Connor’s LED is.]
Dying, you know? Please tell me I don’t gotta worry about that, at least.
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[Hank’s just… well, Hank, and the whole hospital setting isn’t helping. He’s patting Connor on the back, assuming it’s more comforting for himself, but he’s going to give his friend a pat, dammit.
If Connor’s been here a while, he might know where the booze is — he has to know where the good stuff is, right? He almost asks, but Connor saying “a lot has happened” puts Hank on edge, has him stiffening, and he gives Connor a final pat before stepping back.]
I’m glad to see you, too — [Hank has to add this because he isn’t entirely an asshole, not with the people who matter] — but what the hell does “a lot” mean? You haven’t been…
[He gestures vaguely with his hands. Taps his temple, mirroring where Connor’s LED is.]
Dying, you know? Please tell me I don’t gotta worry about that, at least.