Connor had been trying to be friends with Hank, or at least be decent partners with Hank so he didn't call him a plastic prick all of the time. Hank had been trying to look at some of the recent deviancy cases when Connor had started talking again, asking him about the stuff on his desk, like anti-android stickers and sports items.

Hank ran a hand over his face, his head was hurting a bit from his hangover, and Connor's voice seemed even more annoying than usual at this point. Hank looked at Connor with a blank face, holding back from getting physical.

“Do you ever shut up?”