I know. [Hank meets Connor’s smile with his own sad one.] Wish I could hug you.
[A pause, then, before Hank clarifies, perhaps unnecessarily:] But I’m not gonna. You don’t gotta worry about me. Last thing I want to do is hurt you, Connor.
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I know. [Hank meets Connor’s smile with his own sad one.] Wish I could hug you.
[A pause, then, before Hank clarifies, perhaps unnecessarily:] But I’m not gonna. You don’t gotta worry about me. Last thing I want to do is hurt you, Connor.