Well, what d’you know? Thirium blue, and... Hank yellow, yeah?

[He takes his hand back. Rubs behind his neck.]

It’s nice, Connor. Could really see the walls covered in stuff like this.

[Which makes Hank, predictably, think of Cole: how he has none of his drawings here, and how finite they would be even if he did.

His soft smile turns to a frown for a moment before he catches himself. Bringing the smile back because, really, he’s happy for Connor.]

Glad you’re having fun. Really.