[It's not useless. That might show in Hank's brief, wide eyed look, the hope on his face before he leans his head back against the wall and swallows, and swallows again. ]

God, I hope so.

[He looks down at the bottle, making sure his hands are in the right places to hold it, and takes another drink. It washes the raw vulnerability out of his voice.]

Take all the moments you want, Connor. Just leave the door open a little when you go, okay? Sumo'll probably want to come in in a while.