I will. [Hank still has Catdog’s gun, too. Not that he’s taking it with him, nor does he have any intention of using it, but... he has it.

He’s never been a very well liked guy here, anyway. Now everyone's got an actual reason to hate him beyond “there’s that drunk asshole.”

The trip to the store isn’t actually quick, and the selection isn’t great. Not that Hank knows what he’s looking for, really, but not this: a couple of notebooks with obnoxiously shiny covers. Gel pens in a bunch of different colors!! Okay, that takes Hank back.

...And that’s it. Along with some oddly scented pencils and a set of erasers shaped as an assortment of animals, that’s about all Hank finds. Which is disappointing, but he figured as much.

His ride back on the trolley seems shorter, somehow. Probably because he feels like a disappointment. But regardless! He got Connor gel pens!

When Hank gets back to the apartment, he sets the bag on the coffee table.

Sumo is patiently awaiting by his bowl for his very much deserved steak!!]