Connor, I’m not trying to interrogate you here. I’m just — I want you to be happy, want you to feel comfortable, and I’ve done a piss poor job of that ever since you got here.
[The way Connor frowns, the sound of his voice, that little slump — everything just makes Hank feel worse. Makes him want to try harder.]
It’s okay. About the frosting. I don’t — I don’t give a shit about that, Con. We’ll get the little robots in, and it’ll be fine. I care about you.
no subject
[Hank gives him a long stare.]
Connor, I’m not trying to interrogate you here. I’m just — I want you to be happy, want you to feel comfortable, and I’ve done a piss poor job of that ever since you got here.
[The way Connor frowns, the sound of his voice, that little slump — everything just makes Hank feel worse. Makes him want to try harder.]
It’s okay. About the frosting. I don’t — I don’t give a shit about that, Con. We’ll get the little robots in, and it’ll be fine. I care about you.