[It may not be what Connor intended, but it’s the easiest thing to address. It’s a human perspective, to secure safety first, above all else. As long as you have a place to stay, everything else can come after.

Hank scratches his fingers through his beard, then bends down to pick up the wet towel and throws it haphazardly in the sink.]

You don’t seem to be in a fucking hurry to get out of my house, for somebody who doesn’t need a place to crash yet.

[His tone is sharp and grouchy, blue eyes narrowed and glaring down over the bridge of his nose.

But then his expression softens, just by a few degrees.]

I’ve got a couch, if you need it.