[Sumo ignores Hank’s commands — which isn’t anything new — to turn and drool in Connor’s general direction. Then he’s stretching out in his bed at the corner of the room, watching Connor and Hank with a lazy expression.]

It’s not the same. [Hank says this idly, stepping further into the apartment. Taking off his jacket and laying it across the back of the couch, dooming it to a flurry of dog hair.] Shit’s never the same without you.