[When Hank gets to the apartment, he’s tossing his jacket on the back of the couch as Connor tells him not to come in.
Very ominous. And Hank does, in fact, head into the kitchen. There’s that familiar worry — is something wrong? Is Connor hurt? — but it’s more muted compared to how it was just a few weeks before.]
You in the mood for green today, huh?
[Hank is eyeing the cake. It’s... cute? In the way that Cole’s drawings were. Hank would stick those up on the fridge.
Connor’s so cute help 🥹
[When Hank gets to the apartment, he’s tossing his jacket on the back of the couch as Connor tells him not to come in.
Very ominous. And Hank does, in fact, head into the kitchen. There’s that familiar worry — is something wrong? Is Connor hurt? — but it’s more muted compared to how it was just a few weeks before.]
You in the mood for green today, huh?
[Hank is eyeing the cake. It’s... cute? In the way that Cole’s drawings were. Hank would stick those up on the fridge.
Eyes darting toward Connor, then:]
Do I need to hose you off, Connor?