Jesus. Hank brought a hand up to settle on Connor’s shoulder. The shaken disposition was a little more than concerning. He didn’t expect Connor to be dealing with this, here, again after having already gone through this at home. Hank then had to remind himself the fact that Connor showed up here before all that, however. Which was, in a way, somewhat comforting for the fact that he knew he was home with Sumo taking care of that ol’ dog. With Connor as well.

It made sense, enough anyway not to have Hank worried sick about what he was missing. Shit, he’s missing it, but not really. Okay, so maybe it didn’t make any goddamned sense, but he knew they were alright. They just had to be alright here too.

“Hey, does that matter here?”