Hank takes his hand, slipping his gruff fingers between Connor's elegant long ones. In his spare hand his bottle, looking like a slob next to the well kept officer holding his hand but sort of resigned that this is the status quo between them much of the time.

Maggie gets up to go with them without being told, and he silently passes a message through their linked hands.

I need your help. Not just with me, with this. I can't do this alone. Most of what he's been doing all along is ask for help. Look into this. Find answers for that. See if something can be found here. Follow a clue there. Like he would have handled cops in the past. But Connor's eye for detail is so much more impeccable than Hank's. More than that? Connor has patience and an ability to compel, a heart that can cry out for morality.

There are people that want these clones dead or think nothing of them. I'm not the right guy to stand up for them. I'm too angry. I just got pissy old white guy rage. That's not nearly as convincing as the face of someone who's suffered at not being treated like a person.

He needs him for more than the mystery. He needs him for the compassion and conviction.