Actually I shouldn't come home, then. Grab whiskey and bring it to the lake docks.
He sends that one last message before signing off, knowing that he can't talk about half of this conversation in a place where they might be monitored, and not yet sure that Connor would want to deal with the mess floating around in his head at that moment.
That nasty little voice saying that, despite everything, Erik is right. That he is a threat. That he shouldn't be doing any of this. It's dragging at him.
But he can't talk about that out loud.
Hank finds a bench to sit on overlooking the water, like he's trying to find that peaceful place, but all he can see is a wide, eerie expanse where he's yet to see a single fish and all the boats are small and recreational.
His anger's worn off, and now he's just brooding and morose. And of course mentally battering himself.
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He sends that one last message before signing off, knowing that he can't talk about half of this conversation in a place where they might be monitored, and not yet sure that Connor would want to deal with the mess floating around in his head at that moment.
That nasty little voice saying that, despite everything, Erik is right. That he is a threat. That he shouldn't be doing any of this. It's dragging at him.
But he can't talk about that out loud.
Hank finds a bench to sit on overlooking the water, like he's trying to find that peaceful place, but all he can see is a wide, eerie expanse where he's yet to see a single fish and all the boats are small and recreational.
His anger's worn off, and now he's just brooding and morose. And of course mentally battering himself.