Did he just fucking break Connor? Hank shuffled his feet and brought his arms to cross over his shoulders. “I didn’t fucking stutter Connor.” Because, honestly, this is Connor’s fault for not remembering all this shit. “Christ, I had to choose which one of you to shoot in the face too. You broke into the manufacturing plant and freed about, oh, I don’t know, a million of your brothers.” He gestured to Connor.

“You’re shitting me, you don’t remember?”