Shit. Right. [Hank leans forward, elbows on his knees, to rub his hands over his face.] Don't even talk to me about another one, I don't-

[He takes a breath, lets it out. He shakes his head.]

Yeah. God, yeah, I'm in. We can just stay here and work on that whiskey. The - what the fuck do we call ourselves? The circle of dumbasses? [Yeah, that's not great. Shockingly, Hank's not on his game today. Not that he's really been on his game for months, at least, but. fuck it. That gets the point across.] The rest of the dumbasses need us here. I'm sure Astoria'll understand.

Fuck, if we're gonna start talking about doing this shit again I'm gonna need more to drink than that. You think we could actually talk her into letting us stay behind, cause...

[Hank sighs, shakes his head again.]