[ While his dog eats up the attention, Hank's expression goes from mild confusion to poleaxed when his remaining brain cells decide to work. Really, what do you say to that? He scrubs a hand across his face and has the good graces to look ashamed. ]

Ah, Jesus. Yeah...yeah, I remember. Mostly just dragging my partner off the fence like a wet cat. [ This really wasn't one of those situations where he could go 'oops.' ]

You and the kid come out of that uhh...whole thing okay?