[Hank thinks over this, looking distinctly unimpressed.]

Look, why don't you just hit me? It's been a long fuckin- [A long what? A long day? A long week, before that? What about before he was even yanked out of Detroit? Does he say it's been a long year, a long few years? A long life? After half a second's hesitation, Hank abandons the sentence. It was only gonna end in a bunch of melodramatic bullshit anyway.] I'm tired, okay? And really not into proving shit. So unless you got some sort of superstrength or some ridiculous shit-

[He spreads his arms, letting himself float closer.]

Just get this over with, do what you gotta do so I can get back to my- whatever.