Yeah. Although I’ve been thinking about someplace bigger, actually.

[Hank absentmindedly scratches the side of his neck, looking down at Sumo, who’s made the floor his new drool palace.]

Thought it would be nice to get Sumo a big yard to laze around in. Haven’t been sure where, though.

[Looking up at Connor now.]

Then you came along. Been more focused on you. [Hank offers a gap-toothed smile.] Was worried I’d fuck it up, too — accidentally make you assume I was trying to leave you behind or get away from you, or something. Which isn’t the case.