[Hank slouches a little, shoulders hunching.]

That just makes me a moron, it doesn't mean I'm suddenly gonna be able to rationalize away you- [He doesn't need to go over it. They both know how he'd describe Connor's little fit earlier. When he can't stand the dark anymore he opens his eyes, taking a drink.] Look, I know what I can handle, okay? Telling me how stupid I am for not reacting like a brain in a jar isn't going to change that. I'm not like you, in case you haven't noticed. I can't just turn shit off and decide that I can deal with it.