He's glad to sense that Hank feels the same way he does - that ultimately, there are things to have enjoyed about being here, even if they can't forget the reasons or just dismiss them. He doesn't want to taint this, Hank's hands both curling around his on the table as Connor brings up his other hand to cover Hank's in turn.

Hank's question automatically conjures the memory. It was quick and clean. Knowing exactly what he was looking at and expecting it, he'd shot it through the head as soon as he'd seen it. Its blood was thirium, and though it had a lot of the same metal components as Hank's double, there had been a genuine attempt going on around that to reverse engineer Connor. So it looked like.

"I don't know how much I'll see that the coroner didn't, but I'll have a look." What he doesn't say aloud is that if the bodies are completed doubles, Connor might not realise with just a visual check. He didn't even realise Hank's double was artificial until they both got a closer look, let alone the entire completed police department.

What do we do about them? The police officers, their colleagues. Act normal? Like we don't know what they are?

He wonders, with a sick jolt, if they know what they are.