[It doesn’t feel fair to be dismissed like this, before Connor can even truly ground himself in what he’s trying to say. Like Hank is going to toss away his careful attempts to built up a rapport about this subject, so that he might as well be looser with his words, more careless, else he’ll not get anything in edgewise.]

I suppose they’re not going to feel anything now that they’re gone, Hank.

[He regrets it the moment he says it, LED spinning, backtracking almost immediately, trying to school his tone to something neutral and lacking exasperation.]

This isn’t about me. Not about my failed prerogatives, nor ways in which I can improve myself. It is about those people we lost.