[It's hard to focus. Akvos still rings in his head, all those weeks trying so fucking hard not to think about drowning so he could just help some of those people, all that struggling to figure something out, and then-

Fuck. Hank might not be thinking about it but a part of him's trying to, and it's starting to make the rest of his system lag. Still, he tries to focus on anything else, on what's actually being said, and succeeds well enough to decide, yeah, this guy's probably military, and the guy he was talking about being naked earlier - caps, he'd called him - is probably that captain he mentioned. Hank's just decided he should avoid the guy, that 'wholesome brodudes' probably count a subcategory of those Nice People Hank keeps making an ass of himself around, and is in the process of wondering about the chances of Mr terrorist-exploding-CEO being a republican when he realizes - hey.]

You still want me working on it?

[He rubs at his chin. Stupid question, he wouldn't be asking Hank about oak barrels if he didn't. It just came out. He keeps going without waiting for an answer.]

Uh, I've heard weird shit about those trees but - you talked to some of the uh, the things out there? [Yeah it doesn't sound like it went well, but he has to ask.] What do they even talk about?