[Hank raises a hand instinctively, wanting to put it on the kid's back. But he doesn't. His hand pauses, he sighs quietly, then he curls his fingers against his palm and taps his hand against his thigh a few times. He'll have to settle for paying attention to his tone instead, keeping that careful, deliberate tone that's maybe the closest Hank's going to be able to get to comforting him.]
You did it once, though. You did make things right with him. Don't you think you could do it again?
mister lieutenant sir
You did it once, though. You did make things right with him. Don't you think you could do it again?