Hank looks down at his uniform shirt heavily. "Blue was his favorite shirt." He says sadly. He remembers that, because at the time it had been so damn funny. He'd told people at work. They'd laugh at and with him about how true it was.

The way his heart drops might as well be audible.

"Alright." That's not so bad. He'd loved his crayons. "Sorry to have that shoved in your head. I was hoping that uh... Hm."

He shakes that thought off. He'd been hoping no one would see his. But no one would want their private memories shared without a beer and a friendly word to soothe the whole process.