[Hank looks up from his hands, surprised, but that guarded look's not that hard to read, and not that hard to read into. He's not the only one who needs... something, even if they can't change anything around them or even talk the one person who maybe can into doing anything about it.

A corner of Hank's lips quirks up, something warm sneaking up onto his face. The look in the guy's eyes, the tentative way he asks, it helps. It actually helps. Someone needs something that he can do, even if it's just being around.]

You make a habit of asking just any old asshole to face down weird, terrible shit with you? Or is it the dog you're really after? I might be convinced to loan out Sumo, you know, if you make a good case and you ask real nice.