Connor looked at Hank, the expression still worried. A bit scared, but also thoughtful.

Kind. Painfully kind. Despite the rough outside, he's still so surprised just how kind Hank can be. Something he hadn't lost even when Nautilus made Connor believe their roles were switched.

"Are we friends?" He suddenly asked. Because there is a...desire. Yes, its probably a desire to have a relationship that wasn't just them working together.