As a general rule, Hank didn't believe in happily-ever-after. The androids had won a significant battle; he couldn't help feeling there was still a war coming. People were too fond of bigotry. In some cases, hating someone they saw as 'other' was the only thing they could agree on. The red-blooded population would be the cause of commotion upon their return to the city. One didn't need preconstructing software to expect the DPD's phone lines blowing up with reports of violence. Some, they would be too late to break up without the loss of life.
But right here, right now, he felt relieved. Happy. Genuinely happy to see another human being for the first time in longer than he could remember. And yes, Connor had more than earned that distinction. His capacity for empathy was greater than most officers and politicians Hank knew. On their behalf, Hank felt ashamed. Hoped they would take a moment to re-evaluate their lives as he had.
Embracing Connor was a snap decision that likely surprised them both. Hank was the product of a bygone era and riddled with toxic masculinity as a result. Men don't hug. He let himself off with a mental warning because the gesture was part of his goodbye. Hank was taking Sumo to stay with an old fishing buddy outside of town. After some of the shit he'd seen, he figured he deserved a little vacation time as well. Connor had balls to bust (figuratively speaking) and heroic deeds in need of doing. What did he need with an old fart anymore?
He'd probably slow the kid down, if anything. Hank refused to become a liability again. Fool him once, shame on CyberLife's mass-production of Connors. Fool him six or more times...
On a normal day, the only thing behind the Chicken Feed were overflowing garbage cans. Connor wasn't the only one shocked to find it transformed into a cozy town center. "What kind of Disney theme park bullshit is this?" Needless to say, no, he didn't have answers for Connor. Pointing to an identical pair of mascots, he accused, "Is this another evil twin thing? I swear, if you try anything I will break a foot off so far up your -- hey! Don't run away while I'm talking to you!"
The raccoon brothers scattered in typical raccoon fashion. Sumo, having escaped through the open window of Hank's old jalopy, was quick to give chase. All that was missing was the Benny Hill music as Hank watched his dog harass his bi-pedal brethren.
"Four legs good, two legs bad," quoted Hank from Animal Farm. He assumed Connor's fancy computer brain would be able to spot the reference. "Don't trust anyone here as far as you can throw 'em, understood?"