[ John gives Hank another good once-over, lazy eyes scanning Hank while he's in his pajamas. Mutant and proud. Some line, he thinks, but he takes note of it. Etches it somewhere within. ]

Why should it be different? [ He shrugs. ] The fur and the teeth look pretty badass.

[ He doesn't claim to know how having a physical mutation would be like, but John knows deep in his heart of hearts that he'd rock the whole thing. ]

You carry the whole look well when I'm from. Shouldn't bother you whatever else some losers might think.