Don’t try to excuse my bullshit, Connor. If I had treated you better...

[How might things be different now? Would Connor have deviated earlier?

Regardless, Hank’s stomach rumbles.]

Yeah, I could go for some food. Didn’t mean to interrupt your cooking. You ever see me freak out again, you can just — [Hank gestures vaguely with his hand] — ignore it.

Anyway. Yeah. Talking would be... good. After.

[Especially if Hank can let himself forget for five minutes that the world sucks and they are on the precipice of disaster.]