This son of a bitch isn't just breathing down his neck he's breathing down his neck and he knows he can feel the puffs of air with each word against his ear. And Hank barely has time to overthink because he's distracted by the sudden cold there at Connor's absence. He grunts and throws that ax like he wants it the fuck out of his hands before he drops it on his foot this time.

It's high in the target area, but it is in the target area. And it's stuck. A minor accomplishment born out of a kneejerk reaction.

"Well I still would have lost that fight but I got it in." He offers.