Hank did his best to raise you. He really did. But after losing Cole, it was hard to have another kid in the house. It'd been a year of having adopted you now and he was going through a rough patch. His alcoholic tendencies didn't ease up, and even though you were too little to fully comprehend what it was you knew you didn't like it. Like he often did, Hank had fallen asleep at the dining room table. The bottle had slipped from his hand and woken you up. Sumo whines at you protectively.