[That little speech made Hank's eyebrows climb, and they haven't come down yet. He watches the kid, amusement tugging at a corner of his mouth. He's not really smiling but he's coming closer than he expected to without even trying, and he's not sure if he even wants to be doing it, but-

The kid's heart is in the right place. Boy, is it. He snorts, looking fond.]

Yeah. No problem. Just-

[This last part he pushes out fast, wanting to say it before the hypocrisy catches up to him and chases the words away.]

Take care of yourself, alright? Cry if you need to. It's fine. If someone gives a shit it's on them for being a shitty human being, not on you.