...The fuck are you doing? Hey. Hey.

[Hank presses his palm to Connor’s shoulder. Gently.]

All I say is “huh,” and you think I’m — what? Mocking you? Just observing, Connor. Give a guy a minute, yeah?

I like it. [Honestly. The colors, the textures. The fact that it’s Connor’s.] Tell me about it. What did you think about when you were working on it?