Sure. Yeah. [A small smile creeps onto his face. Why not let himself pretend for an hour or so that he’s...? Someone anyone would want to watch a movie with.

He glances at that cute little vest once Connor’s stepped in front of him. Mentally swatting himself for looking at all.]

There any snacks you want?

[Hank has one hand tucked in his pocket, ready to beat Connor to pay this time...!]