[Between the burn of the moonshine and the coughing, Hank ends up having to wipe the heel of his hand over his eyes. He tells himself not to worry about it; his eyes were still a little red already, probably. His voice comes out tired.]
Why are you here, Connor? You sure you didn’t come here just to lecture me?
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Why are you here, Connor? You sure you didn’t come here just to lecture me?