"Goodness, Scott, I don't even have my therapy degree how am I expected to make you feel better?" Hank quipped, taking the stool across the table from Scott. His brow furrowed with mention about the elephant in the room before realization dawned and Hank reached across the table to pat Scott's shoulder. "That was odd, wasn't it! Understand this, Scott, I love Emma, Emma's my wife by the grace of some higher power. It is perfectly understandable to me that you want a family. I did too. That's what I took away from this experience, didn't you? Not that you are conspiring to take Emma away, but that someday you want to be married, you want children, you want to serve the community. There's nothing wrong with that."