I can stop by the store myself, y’know. You don’t gotta get my sorry ass everything. You just...

[Hank returns to the table with his water. It feels so much more awkward knowing Connor can’t eat, can’t even taste, everything he’s making.]

You can hang out with Sumo, yeah? [Who is being a good boy, gnawing on his rawhide by the table.] You just got here. Should be taking it easy.