[Hank squints. Shakes his head in disbelief.]

Why would I...? You don’t hear me apologizing for my appearance, do you?

And besides, that’s not your fault. I’m just worried. Don’t want you to be in pain — that’s what matters. You could look like that everyday, Connor, and I wouldn’t give a fuck.

[It’s unsettling, sure. But Hank would get used to it. Because it’s Connor.]

As long as you weren’t hurting.