Un-fucking-fortunately.

[Hank doesn’t elaborate, just starts making his way to the elevator.

Voice softening as he says:]

If it’s too much for you, just... give a holler. [The leash of their little string thing is starting to piss him off, though.] The fuck are we supposed to do with this? And no, we are not cutting it, Connor.

[He remembers what Connor had said about rejection, so...]

How do we do the opposite of all that? Not gonna cut it, not gonna reject you.