Hanna probably would have been rejected from the draft if he'd grown up in a time it had been active, not thinking he'd look that great in one even if it was tailored to fit, but that's just him. He steadies the cups on his knees when Sheehan starts rowing them back, but when he talks again, that wasn't the answer he wanted.

"Don't tell Taylor." Is out of his mouth immediately, not quite panic, but quick, short. And then, "and I wasn't doing it." Which might seem contradictory to what Sheehan saw, but he's tone is firm.