[Hank has his beer at the bar, barely touched, when he hears that voice. Turning his head to see... Connor from the showers. Okay, this will be the last time he sees him.

There are a few different programs playing on the TVs. Some sort of competition — Hank tries to focus on that. Going in one ear and out the other, but at least his eyes are occupied.

Listening, maybe, in case Connor says something else. The front of the bar here is mostly empty: once people order their drinks, they leave. Keeping those seats between Hank and Connor conspicuously vacant.]

Sorry. [Hank clears his throat. Sips his beer.] About before. Wasn’t trying to be an asshole.