[ Ah. That's fair. Hank now has the memories to back that up, too. At Cyberlife... he'd held off on freeing thousands of androids. Just for him. ]

I know.

[ Hank sighs. He's fucking it all up!! Good going, badbrain. He looks back at Connor again. ]

I know. We're partners. I just... [ Yep, back to staring at his hands. ] Fuck, I know I have to get over this, it's not your fault I'm a lonely old fucker who can't keep feelings from fucking shit up. I get that.

[ Hank brings his hands to his face, groaning with frustration. ]

Goddammit.

[ Connor doesn't deserve this. Connor doesn't deserve him. Some old guy who's depressed? Who couldn't quit drinking until he died? Why would Connor want someone like that? Why can't Hank's depressed brain shut up and stop saying such nonsense? ]

I'm sorry, Connor. You shouldn't have to get this shit from me. I should be over this.