Stomach full after a delicious dinner, you and Hank lazed on his couch, him with one arm around you, and the other hand surfing through TV channels.

With both of Hank's limbs occupied, you grew confused when something landed on your knee. Perhaps he'd grown a third hand?

You looked down, over the moon to find his gorgeous furry friend gazing up at you with his starry eyes.

"Don't be shy, he's not gonna hurt you," Hank hummed beside you, smiling down at the interaction of his two most loved.