[Again Hank cuts himself off, scowling briefly in no direction in particular. Know what he doesn’t need today? Another weird, infuriating conversation about Connor’s weird, infuriating not-feelings. But Hank already handed the thing to him. He shrugs, sighing.]
I don’t know. Sometimes it helps, throwing shit around. You oughta try it at least once, and I already kind of trashed the one room in this weirdo place that’s actually got stuff to throw around. So-
[He gestures at the rock in Connor’s hand. If Connor wants to try having a little robot temper tantrum, rocks are the tool that’s left.]
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[Again Hank cuts himself off, scowling briefly in no direction in particular. Know what he doesn’t need today? Another weird, infuriating conversation about Connor’s weird, infuriating not-feelings. But Hank already handed the thing to him. He shrugs, sighing.]
I don’t know. Sometimes it helps, throwing shit around. You oughta try it at least once, and I already kind of trashed the one room in this weirdo place that’s actually got stuff to throw around. So-
[He gestures at the rock in Connor’s hand. If Connor wants to try having a little robot temper tantrum, rocks are the tool that’s left.]