Harry wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about his Father anymore really, he had done so much wrong and caused both the company and the family so much trouble. It was hard to forgive and it was partly why he didn’t blame others for hating his Father but on the other hand despite the hatred he sometimes felt for their much less than perfect relationship the man was still his Father, his only family, and he was gone and that definately hurt.
He just had yet to actually express to anyone that it did hurt. An almost stranger was better than people he knew.
"Well there has always got to be some hope." He sighed. "For instance, I do hope I haven’t contracted this disease, I saw how it…What it did."
He blinked a little surprised as Hank glanced to his watch and then said he could remain for a while longer. “I…Thank you for that, that is very generous of you Doctor, but I really should not waste more time of your day.”
Hank gave Harry a genuine smile. He was just a boy thrown into adulthood too early for his own sake, and there was a slight sense of loss around him. Coming from having lost his father, of course, but also from something else. Hank wasn’t sure what, but he’d seen teens walking through the doors of the Academy with that same expression on their faces.
"I hope so too." From what he remembered of the disease, he wouldn’t wish that to anyone. He shook his head. "You’re not wasting my time, don’t worry about it. But I’ll leave you to your business."
He took a few steps back from Harry and smiled softly. ”But remember. If you ever need help, drop me a line. I’ll see what I can do.”