Seem pretty happy there, Con.

[Which is what Hank has wanted: Connor safe and happy and thriving. As much as he can here, anyway.

Hank wonders about the whole friendship angle — has he been making friends? Getting along with people? — but Connor seems goddamn elated.

And Hank doesn’t want to fuck that up.]

Glad to see you’re working through that list of yours.

[What else was on it? Something about sheets?]

You pick up any bedsheets while you were out getting new clothes?