Connor stares at him, a little startled at Hank's sudden shift of attitude...but then the feeling that builds behind his thirium pump in the moment that follows. For a second, he has the pedantic thought that someone who screws up and is 'goofy and weird' can't be perfect by definition - but even pedantry doesn't abate the rush of odd pleasure at Hank telling him that. The closest thing he can compare it to is the old satisfaction of completing a mission, only infinitely, dizzyingly deeper.

He finds himself rubbing his chest directly over the pump for a second as Hank releases him.

"I'm not...not really sure what to say..." he says softly, fumbling over the words a little, flustered. His LED's gone yellow just working to figure out the right thing to say to something like that.

"Let's--Yeah, let's go."

He'll figure it out better out of the way of other people.