You don't have to be so dramatic about it. When we met, it wasn't- I wasn't that bad, was I?

[Hank makes a face after he says it. The answer to that, because he knows himself, is pretty fucking obvious and he's not sure he wants to hear it. Not after this guy's been so decent. Now Hank feels like he has to counteract it somehow, having been an asshole all that time ago.]

Anyway, uh, I know one example isn't a lot to go on but if we're talkin hot messes I'm pretty sure you're not the one of us who wins that title.

[Hank gives him a slow, faint smile, expression wry, and sticks his hands in his pockets just for something to do with them.]