Had Hank known he'd be bumping into Sarah he probably - probably - wouldn't have done a line of coke with Lew less than an hour before. His judgement could be impaired at the best of times without the additional influence of drugs.

A dry chuckle escaped him and he clamped his cigarette between his lips to free his hands. "That doesn't surprise me," he mumbled, scratching idly at a bicep. "Neither does the tiredness. Booze ain't gonna help you fight the good fight." It wouldn't help her keep on keeping on but he was sure she knew that already. "But it'll give you a helluva good reason to stay in bed tomorrow morning," he conceded, clucking his tongue and cocking his head at her.