[Connor, who had been so quick to make his points and arguments, seems to stall out here. He can talk circles around his reasoning all day, in an attempt to push past the interrogation and focus on Hank instead. But when the Lieutenant spells it out like this, each little step of their laughable exchanges with each other, Connor has no room to maneuver.

The truth, really, would be simple. That he just wants to be friends, but Hank always follows it up with a why. Why. And Connor knows that the answer is entrenched in parts of himself that he doesn’t want to bring to the light, nor have Hank begin to question with the same fervency.]

That’s not something I—

[He sets his jaw. Want to talk about.]

Can’t you just accept my help without questioning it? Does everything have strings attached in your eyes?