Okay, okay.

[Some sort of venom, then. So Hank is just supposed to sit here while Connor is bleeding out. Fantastic.

He drops his hand from Connor’s back, which goes against just about every instinct he has. But Connor knows his body best, and Hank has to trust him.]

Just... look at me, if you can, okay?

[He cups Connor’s cheek with one hand. The other patting his hair as Hank leans over him.]

Just keep looking at me.

[And if Connor stops, then... that’s when Hank will know they’re in even more trouble.]