Shoot. Go for it. You wanted to see him, didn’t you?

[Hank pats Sumo on the head as he passes, heading to the kitchen to set the basket down.

Meanwhile, Sumo looks up at Connor. Raising what Hank would call his big, dopey head. Yawning.

He takes up a large portion of the couch — Hank stopped trying to keep him off the furniture here.]