Hank nodded slowly. He understood where she was coming from, he really did. The events leading up to their time in the mansion had been weighing heavily on his mind, even if he didn't always show it. Sometimes when he was in his lab his mind would begin to stray from his work and he'd begin to dwell on that man, Azazel, and how easily he'd slaughtered those agents. It had been a horrifying night that Hank wouldn't soon forget.

"I think," he began slowly, not quite willing to share his own feelings on the matter quite so openly but wanting to talk nonetheless, "I think we all have our own ways of dealing with what happened. The... the trauma – it manifests differently for everyone, right? Not everyone has nightmares."