No, I... [Hank furrows his brow.] Wasn’t saving my world I cared about.

I was whining — [even he can admit that’s what it was] — about not wanting to do whatever weird missions. And you said somethin’ about Aurora maybe sending me home if I kept up my bullshit.

[That, Hank remembers, is when his head really started swimming.]

You were right, I think. I kept up my bullshit — [nevermind the fact that Hank still hasn’t been on a mission, so it wasn’t a punishment for that] — and whoever-the-fuck took Connor. Zapped him away.

[Hank isn’t sure what he figures now, exactly. Be good and get Connor back? Sure, that’s the dream. But while part of Hank will always hope... he isn’t that stupid.

Connor isn’t coming back.]

Can’t say I wanna stick around, or do much of anything. But Connor isn’t here, so until he is, I guess I have a world to fight for now, y’know?

[Since Hank has Sumo here, too. Shifting around on Gorgug’s ball — perhaps finally realizing it isn’t as comfortable as he thought.]