[Hanks spares Connor another glance, who is looking curiously down at his tea. Probably running an analysis through his head, he thinks.]

Yeah, I noticed. Looks like you took him out shopping for a new wardrobe.

[Hank pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to make sense of this all.]

Are you sure it's safe for you two to be bouncing around worlds like this? Isn't there some... rule, or something, about time and space and you probably shouldn't risk tearing it apart? [That's what all the sci-fi movies say at least.

Here, Connor speaks up.]

There have been no noticeable side-effects thus far, not after the door was stabilized like I had told you about. When I visit Ai, then return, no time has passed in this world. It's really very convenient.

And how long have you been "visiting"?

About two and a half months.

Jesus Christ, Connor. You've been busy without me even knowing it.

I told you. You didn't believe me. I figured it was futile to keep repeating the same thing to you, over and over. You just would've grown irritated.

[Hank sighs, deciding to take a bite of his food (oh, it's pretty good), before looking at Ai again. He leans his elbows forward, resting on the table.]

So you two are just... what? Sight-seeing together?