[Being so insistent on hugs all the time makes Hank feel especially old, like the grandpa on family trips who also demands a million hugs.

But it’s worth it. He tries to keep his hugs short, at least. Usually.

Except when they’re not.]

Oh, and — [Hank pats Connor’s head before stepping back to grab the camera again] — indulge me, okay?

[Raising the camera so the lens is faced toward them.]

It’s cringy; yeah, yeah — just let me have this. It’s my damn birthday, or whatever.

[It’s one thing Hank wished he had more with Cole: pictures of them together.]