[Hank chuckles deeply at the promise, but the pet that he gives Connor's hair is contrastingly caring and concerned, worried more for how he's feeling than later prospects (though those are always nice).]

[Hank collects his dogs, and leaves Connie to hide in his pocket as she likes to do.]

Alright, lovebirds. Let's go.

[He catches them in the balls, but when he does, he looks to Pointy's sadly.]

It's nowhere near what you went through, but it's not like I had a lot of friends anymore, you know? It felt good to have one. Even if it was just a drinking buddy.