[That’s quite a reaction, Ai. Hank isn’t sure if he should be concerned or amused. He looks over to Connor, whose brow is furrowed. He is p r o c e s s i n g . . .

Hank takes another bite or two, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. Despite all the world and time traveling weirdness, he’s glad that Connor’s made himself a friend. But at the same time, for an android still trying to find his lease on life, he wonders if he knows what he’s getting into — he doesn’t want him to get overly... attached, only to be met with disappointment.

And so he tries again:]

And yes, there were dates? Connor, you should’ve said something.

[Connor finally replies, looking at Hank skeptically.]

Again, you didn’t believe the initial premise, so I had no reason to mention it. And secondly, “dates” imply an outing of the romantic sort. We were only going as friends.