[Hank blinks. A little surprised with how much Connor has to say, but more than happy to hear it.]

Robert sounds like a good guy. Glad you’ve found a place over there. And Ithaqua... hope he’s the same. That’s real nice of you to take care of Catdog.

[Which still feels absurd to say — Catdog — but it’s endearing coming from Connor.]

I’m glad, Connor. This is the sort of thing I’ve been wanting for you. Never thought I’d get to see you so...

[Hank takes a step back. Really taking Connor in. His injuries, sure, but everything else about him too. His realness — as if he might disappear if Hank looks away.

And, a little voice at the back of his mind says, that might still fuckin’ happen.]

Anyway — friends are important. [Even if they are, effectively, trying to kill Hank. But maybe they can be reasoned with...? If Connor considers them friendly, then maybe there’s hope.

But Connor is Hank’s priority. Him and keeping Etraya safe.

Hank tries to hide his thoughts with a smile.]

Look at you. Mr. Popular. You’ve got more friends than I do.

[Which doesn’t surprise him in the least.]