That’s okay.

[He smiles against the side of Connor’s head. Both happy and a little sad.

Hank wishes Connor didn’t have to feel this scared, but he can’t take that away. Hank just needs to be here. Treat Connor well. Stop putting his foot in his mouth and fucking everything up. Seek that goddamn smile, always.]

Don’t gotta say anything. [Raising his palm to Connor’s back; rubbing up and down, softly.]