Connor stopped in his tracks as soon as you quit walking, having to do a double-take of your form as you stared at the glass display rather admirably.

'Kid, just take them out and go for a walk. Get to know each other a little better. You can do that, can't you?' Hank's voice rang out in his head, both a comfort and an annoyance depending on the occasion.

He looked over as you held yourself tightly. "You're cold," he stated matter-of-factly, an underlying hint of concern laced in his words.