[Hank's whole body jerks, his shoulders flinching into a hunch, and he blinks toward Connor's face, eyes wide.]
You. Right. You're-
[Hank's starting to lean back, away from Connor. He does it slowly; the longer he speaks, the more of his weight will be pulling back from whatever grip Connor's got on him.]
You. No problem.
[Nevermind the quicker, deeper breaths he's taking now, deep enough that his lungs start to make the barest hint of a crackling noise on the tail end of each one. Nevermind the way his voice nearly shakes. Hank is holding it together; this is good enough.]
What? Something special I'm supposed to be looking at?
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You. Right. You're-
[Hank's starting to lean back, away from Connor. He does it slowly; the longer he speaks, the more of his weight will be pulling back from whatever grip Connor's got on him.]
You. No problem.
[Nevermind the quicker, deeper breaths he's taking now, deep enough that his lungs start to make the barest hint of a crackling noise on the tail end of each one. Nevermind the way his voice nearly shakes. Hank is holding it together; this is good enough.]
What? Something special I'm supposed to be looking at?