Okay, so that seems obvious. Keep it straight. That doesn't mean he doesn't need to be told and need the second pair of hyper accurate eyes to point out to him that he's crooked. The advice and help is warranted. He's just baffled at fucking... holding an ax, he guesses.

No real lumberjack competitions in the DPD.

He pulls back and.... well, he chips the wood he's aiming for. He doesn't embed it, because it didn't quite hit in such a way to go in, and it's at the bottom of the target area. In it? But just barely.

"Hm." Hank makes a muffled, disapproving sound. "Got that wrong."