Connor looks early thirties, late twenties. But he's an android, so... he's pretty much younger than everybody. Better than me in every way, though. Smarter. Calmer. [More stable.] Even when he was supposed to do what he was told he'd find every loophole to do whatever the hell he wanted. [Hank says it fondly though it annoyed the everloving fuck out of him at the time.]

Real pretty, too.

[In other words, Hank knows that Connor is infinitely out of his league. Just fuckin' lightyears away.]

Looking forward to all that cradle robber judgement. Hoo boy.

[A deep sigh and a gesture for another drink. Maybe it won't happen here. Possibly.]

Can outsiders even be officially married out here? [Not that it's even nearly time to consider this because he's only been dating the motherfucker since his fucking birthday a few months back. It's been nowhere near long enough even staying in this place to consider some sort of formal union. But that idiotic romantic in the back of his mind compels him to ask.]