You’re not leaving. You know, you saying that just —

[Makes me feel fucking worse, Hank doesn’t say. Because it’s probably obvious, and again: is just making him feel shitty.

At least Connor is being honest with him. Admitting that that he thinks he’ll be leaving. Because he could be here lying instead, and Hank isn’t sure how he’d feel about that.]

Whatever. Dinner, yeah. [A pause, then:] Tell me about your tracking device thing.