[And just like that all the sullen bullshit he was about to say, the protests about how it didn't matter if he showed up to a case drunk if he came with the boy wonder in tow, all the anger behind it- It's gone. It's gone from his face and it's gone from inside him, and his grip holding the bottle loosens enough that Connor could probably take it now, if he tried again, and Hank's surprised by his own voice when it comes out, all quiet and careful, almost gentle.]

I know. I know. Don't-

[Don't worry, he shouldn't say. 'Shouldn't' usually isn't a word he gives half a shit about but accusing Connor of worry will only make this worse, won't it?

Poor fuckin kid, he shouldn't say, and doesn't.]

'm not worried. About that. You were just- You don't wanna let the guys who made you down, I get that. I know. Don't think I'm gonna tell on you, or somethin. Why would I think you're anything but... but dedicated? It'd be hard to miss, you've been up my ass about getting this case done since day one.