"Don't apologise," he murmurs, shaking his head, hugging Hank to him with both arms so that they're not dancing so much as just wrapped around each other as they move to the music. He doesn't wish Hank was an android - but sometimes it occurs to him that if he were, this illness would be something easily fixed.

But things just aren't that simple for humans.

"We'll have more. Starting tonight, OK?" He pets the back of Hank's neck, and a grin sneaks into his voice as he says, "I'll make it up to you."