He does what Hank asks, although his feeling of trepidation mounts. Something has Hank depressed enough to want to drink, thinking about being a threat to Connor and it’s something he feels like he shouldn’t be monitored for. He doesn’t have a clue. And that worries him.

When he arrives, he doesn’t give Hank the bottle immediately, but puts it on the other side of him as he sits down on the bench, still in his traffic cop uniform and with Maggie in her coat.

“What happened, Hank?” he asks quietly, looking out over the water and not sure how to proceed with the conversation. Sure, his programming could provide all the ways in the world to manipulate it out of him, but that’s not how his and Hank’s relationship is. Hasn’t been in a long time now.