[A shaky, high pitched laugh makes its way out of Hank and he cuts it off, pinches the bridge of his nose, and closes his eyes. He swallows.]

You're gonna be a good cop some day, you know that? A good, uh- pro sports style supercop. But you gotta- you got to have some place to get them out to before you make promises like that.

[He swallows a couple more times.]

It's fine. I was fine a minute ago, I'm fine, just need a minute. There's just, there's some things you can't-

[He's not going to say that. If there are some things you can't believe until they're right, the kid doesn't have to learn that today. In fact, there might be some busywork Hank could try to give him so he'll feel all special, or whatever. He takes a couple seconds to scrape his shit back together, drops his hand, and gives Izuku a twitching, apologetic little smile.]

My dog. Keep an eye on him, okay? There's, uh. Jellyfish. You know. And he's, he's a big baby so. If you see him around, you know.