[Hank snorts at the self preservation thing. Maes is still coming off a little condescending, as far as Hank's concerned, so Hank's priority is more on acknowledging that than on acknowledging that he knows - in that one way, at least - that the guy's right. Hank's not so far gone he can't recognize that.]

Don't want to dwell on what? [Yeah, all this is something Hank thinks about - but it's not something he talks about, at least not without a sardonic tone that lets him at least pretend he's only ever thought about it ironically. So his tone is dry, here, casual as he says it.] The temporary nature of existence? The inescapable march of time toward the end of everyone and everything you've ever loved? Hey, let's have a toast: to the inevitable heat death of the universe.

[He raises his bottle and then his eyebrows, waiting on Maes to do the same.]

Here's the part where you say fuck it, forget all that shit about it not actually helping, and sit down and drink with me.