Got your head to worry about too, huh? Makes sense. [Hank nods.] Yeah, sure. Can slot it under “be safe.” Gotta be prepared. Make sure we know how to fix you up when you need it.

[And Connor is the priority. Hank’s priority, anyway.

His apartment isn’t up too many stories, but Hank opts for the elevator versus the stairs because fuck that. Once they’re outside his apartment door — with a nameplate that reads “FUCK OFF” — Hank says:]

Wait here a sec.

[He shuffles on over the apartment next to his: that of Connor’s predecessor. No one’s taken it yet, although Aurora’s little bots came and cleaned out his things.

Hank kneels, lifting up the cartoon dog-patterned welcome mat — he got that after Connor left, as a weird sort of coping method — and grabs the spare key to his apartment. Left for Castiel to come check on Sumo, but he apparently doesn’t need it, so:]

For you. [Handing the key to Connor before he unlocks the door with his own.

Hank’s apartment is reminiscent of his house back home, albeit more sparsely furnished and without all the clutter.

And there is a large Sumo on the couch!!]