Connor can't help himself feeling a little giddy, almost, like the sheer joy of being this close to Hank, holding onto him and being held onto, is swelling inside him. He's not used to that feeling yet, and he hopes he never is. He wants it to be this intense and surprising and satisfying for as long as possible. Hank's pulse against his hands makes a warm sort of rhythm that lulls him into a calm of his own.

He gives a soft laugh of his own at Hank's, and he's tempted to pull both their masks off just so he can kiss him. But maybe that wouldn't be proper. Besides, they have later on, alone, where Connor can take off everything he wants.

"I'll be there next time," he promises, and he still sounds apologetic. He wanted to be with Hank for this. Even if Connor hadn't known the significance of something like this, it had seemed important to Hank - and he understood it later, understands it better now that they're both here. "Anything you want. I promise."

His hand slips round the back of Hank's neck to hug him close.