Will has invented a new type of push-back against Hanna's cynical jabs: don't get mad, just do the thing. Like Marigold he's still got some wide-eyed idealism in him yet, all consequences said and done. In this case, armed with his therapist's questions, he's on a mission for clear-cut answers. And it makes sense that Hanna would find that annoying. Answers don't always exist, and they often don't satisfy. You can be a love anthropologist when there's no urgency, when you're not busy examining the bags under your eyes. But Will is more attuned to his aging than Hanna gives him credit for, and he's setting himself up for another big rejection that's likely to hurt more than the last one.