Oh. [Hank rubs the heel of a hand against his forehead, muttering to himself.] Guess I thought, uh... cause the lawyer thing.

Shit, um. [Because lawyers equal weasels, get it? Except it's not a bad joke, it's a bad genuine thought process, and he actually shouldn't talk to people he wants to make a sort-of positive or at least not straight up negative impression on while he feels like shit.] Sorry, uh- mongoose. Got it.

[How offensive is that, stereotyping were-not-wolves like that? How stupid is it that he's genuinely asking himself that question? God, fuck all this shit, actually.]

But uh, if you ever wanna experiment and see I got... somewhere, shit. [He looks around. His bottle's around here somewhere but he'd have to get up to find it, so fuck that shit, too.] Anyway, if you wanna test that out with something stronger than coffee, call me up. I'd say you could ask Astoria instead but...

[He grimaces and tilts his head from side to side.]

You know.