[It makes sense why Connor would ask, but the question still takes Hank off guard.

After a moment, Hank accepts the knife. The cheese.]

I miss each of you. You’re all different. All special. [Which Hank isn’t sure makes sense, so he adds:] Back in my world, you were dying a fair bit.

But it’s not a pressing thing right now. [Turning from Connor as he starts cutting the cheese.] And I know I may seem grumpy right now, but I’m happy. I couldn’t ask for much more than this.

[He’d like it if Connor deviated, sure. But Hank can’t force that. Won’t. It’ll just have to be something they work on, bit by bit.]