Hank flails a little and blusters, but he doesn't push Connor off him, leaving Connor to settle his damp body and wet shorts into him without too much objection. Which Connor does, grinning. He slings an arm around Hank's shoulders and leans back against him - their whole bodies pressed together, from Connor's feet brushing Hank's shins to his head on Hank's shoulder.

"Humans are more comfortable than towels, I don't know if you noticed."

That's just science.

"That's the second time someone called me an asshole today," he says then, and maybe he even sounds a little proud of himself. Just a little.