( Hank watches Connor dismantle his body like a jigsaw puzzle. It was fascinating, in a morbid sort of way. It also looked and felt dangerous. Hank moves for the box that Connor indicates, and he pulls it up onto his lap to pull the pieces out from it. He sets the pieces between them and sets the box down on the floor, and shoves it away from him with his foot. He turns on the seat toward Connor and waits for the next direction.
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He raises his hands to hold onto the tubing. )
How you gonna cut it? Do you need something?