Hank is the last person to doubt Connor's capabilities; he's seen them. But he cares for the Connor he saw develop over their time together, the one who helped the androids instead of hunted them. He'd rather have someone capable of caring and making mistakes than a perfect machine who feels nothing. He raises an eyebrow as Connor talks. "It's not ... really training, kid. You fabricate a romance, it's obvious. And we'll be dealing with androids who can read people." He doesn't know if they'll be looking for trouble, since this is an information assignment not an action one, but either way.

He knows what they'll read off him and he's not concerned about blowing the cover because of that. He just really doesn't want to bring too much attention to it if he can help it. Hank is better on focusing on the mission when he's got one. "I don't remember you flirting with anyone. Go ahead and give it a try." He is more amused than anything else, and he wants to see what Connor would come up with. No programming would work on him anyway, as far as he's concerned.

Hank forces himself not to step back when Connor steps forward, allowing his friend back into his space. This is all very awkward for him, but he recognizes it's what has to happen. So he reaches out to take Connor's hand, threading their fingers together. It's been a very long time since he's done that and it's such a simple gesture. It's meaningful and sweet though, or it's supposed to be, but Hank is a little gunshy on the inside. Quick to retreat, if he feels he has to or should. "Let's hope our old married shtick is enough because there's a lot more reasons for people to doubt us as a thing." Hank has low self-esteem to say the least but he feels like it's realism instead. Why would anyone in their right mind pick a middle-aged overweight drunk unless it was a set up?