[He's not sure he likes the look in Hank's eyes, like he's looking past him, or seeing someone other than himself. The question has the interior of his mind whirring to make sense of it.]

"Trouble"? No, I-

[He moves forward, but slowly this time. Extends a hand to see if Hank might latch onto it, or his arm, or let him draw close enough to guide him again, or anything.]

Just like I saved you on that rooftop. I want to do the same now.

[If he twists the rationale around to align with Hank's, will it work?] You just have to let me help you.