About to fall off, yeah? But it hadn’t yet.

[Hank grimaces. Tries not to think of the pain, whether slight or not.]

You don’t gotta go around ripping yourself apart for weirdos like that, even if the plating-whatever’s about to fall off.

[Not that it’s any business what Connor does with his body, broken parts or not.]

I just… fuck, I worry, Connor. You just got here and I’m already —

[But again, Hank’s feelings are so irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. After everything Connor’s told him.]