[Hank studies him, frowning pulling a baffled face.]

You know what, that is, uh. Really weird. But also pretty damn sensitive of you. So. Good for you, I guess. Come on, let’s...

[He reaches out almost absently for Sumo to usher him with them wherever they’re going, but the moment he feels Sumo’s big stupid head under his hand all the bullshit tries to catch up to him again. The line of his mouth pulls tight and he closes his eyes, takes a breath, and finds himself coughing at the feeling of water going down into his lungs. He presses a fist against his mouth and,, looking real hard at wherever Firo and Sumo aren’t, speaks in a strangled voice that’s trying really, really hard to sound normal.]

Let’s go... Wherever the fuck. You wanted to uh. To have a look around, right?