[Hank is slipping out of his jacket, tossing it onto the couch: still a slob. Sorry, Connor. Some habits are hard to break.

He isn’t sure what he expected Connor to say, but it isn’t that. Even if the answer doesn’t surprise him.

Part of Hank thought Connor might lie to comfort him.]

Well, now I’ve gotta worry about you extra hard, don’t I? [It’s not as if he can blame Connor — he really can’t — but goddamn why can’t Connor go along with the whole “do as I say, not as I do” thing?]

I’d do the same, y’know. Two stubborn fucks here, I guess. I wish —

[Hank squints as he stares up at the wall. Gaze sliding back toward Connor’s painting.

He wishes a lot of things. Most of which he has little power over, but Hank can still try.]