I know, Connor.

[Hank’s voice is calm, although he is... concerned. But he’ll always worry about Connor, won’t he? Alrys or no.]

I wanted to hurt her, too. For what she did to you. For what she made you do. I — just. Fuck. [Clenching his fists in his lap.] Listen to me, Connor. Listen.

[Raising both hands to set one on each of Connor’s shoulders now.]