Fucking hell, Connor. You’re not gonna...
[Hank wishes he could hug him. Knows he can’t.]
This is your home. Sumo’s your home. I’m your home — [looking away now, rubbing the back of his neck] — if you want that, anyway.
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Fucking hell, Connor. You’re not gonna...
[Hank wishes he could hug him. Knows he can’t.]
This is your home. Sumo’s your home. I’m your home — [looking away now, rubbing the back of his neck] — if you want that, anyway.