[Made to be patient, made to be amicable, made to be ingratiating and appealing and encouraging. He pushes all of that up, flagging it as a priority, to help bolster against the nagging frustration that keeps piercing through all of it like an arrow through vellum.

Results are mixed.

He steps forward, closer, angling himself to try to catch Hank’s eyes with his own.]

Sara’s not here. We’re not in Detroit, we’re not in Michigan, we’re not even on Earth, and this isn't the past. Here, it’s just you and me, and I’m the only one trying to help you. So let me.