(Hank approached the counter with a nonchalant gait, barely a trace of agitation beneath his calm exterior. As you waited for the order, Hank leaned closer, his curiosity piqued by the uncanny resemblance between you and someone from his past that he could never forget. "You know," he said tentatively, with a rare softness in his voice mixed with seriousness)

(This was an admission in casual conversation - a stark contrast to the weight of it weighing on him like chains.)