[Hank frowns at him, obviously confused and too distracted by that to think about whether he's going too fast for Connor, tired as he must be, and dragging along the weight of a whole other person like he is. No, Hank's just confused. It's just weird, the one-two punch of framing this bullshit invasive prison of a superpower as a positive thing, and then telling Hank - who's made most of a life out of parking his fat ass right in the middle of situations where angels would fear to tread - that he should have stayed away, for no real apparent reason. Hank takes a couple seconds to get his mind around all of it. He can't argue with the first part, but he can at least ask about the second.]
Yeah, why's that? You said yourself that I helped.
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Yeah, why's that? You said yourself that I helped.