Oh. Hank is....rejecting him, in a manner of speaking. His LED flares red, something wounded flinching across his face because he’s more expressive than he still realizes and he doesn’t have time to stop it.

He’s hurt. Why? Hank isn’t declining their contract, after all. He’s just saying....

“We’re partners, Hank. You’ll always be my priority.”

Of course that doesn’t properly encompass it either. His fist clenches slightly, lips pursing as he struggles to figure out how to fix this, hating how inarticulate or even factual he’s being right now.

“I wasn’t seeking anyone else. It just happened, Hank.”