Shit, it all just rolls right off your back, doesn't it?

[That gets Hank to at least roll his head to look at the kid again. I was calling you shallow, you know that right? is right on the tip of his tongue, but this kid - he's young, god he's young, and happy, and if Hank did say it he's not sure his self esteem could take the hit. He sighs and leaves it, rubbing at his eyes. If he did sleep right here, he'd probably float right away. He'll just have to stay up and figure it out later.]

You're telling me you have a problem with smiling? Cause it doesn't look like you need the practice from where I'm standing. Or, floating. What the fuck ever.