[He doesn't look up at her, just listens and grimaces down at the ground and tries to pummel himself into being the adult, here. She's obviously - delicate, is probably the word, needs kid gloves that Hank can't seem to pull on all the way. She apologizes, probably for the rock thing, and then puts herself down so hard for all that other shit that Hank can't even pretend to be frustrated with her about it. It's not a trick he loves being on the other end of, being played into feeling pity instead of anger, or whatever else it was he would of been feeling right now, but she's a kid, and he was supposed to be careful with her, and he wasn't.

Okay. He can start this up again, this adult thing. Give it another try.

He sighs.]

I guess we're both sorry. Just- tell people what's gonna go down before you do shit like that, okay? I don't need to see some kid- fuck, I just don't need to see that kind of thing today. But we're both sorry, it's fine, let's move on.

[He can do better than that.]

I'm sorry for going off like that. Don't apologize for complaining to me, okay? I wouldn't of told you to sit down if I didn't want to hear what you have to say. So uh, go ahead and talk if you need to, and I'll keep my mouth shut. Promise.

[He tries a smile again, still wry, still faint, still the best he can do.]