He closes his eyes at the touch to the back of his neck, tilting his head forward a little to give Hank's thumb easier access. He's grinning fondly as he squeezes Hank's other hand in both his own, letting the pleasant warmth of that feeling flow through their connection.

"Thanks," he murmurs. "I'm sure there's somewhere we can keep a couple gallons of thirium."

At his part-time job, if it comes to it. It's not urgent - they've already established there's a lot more they need to take care of first.

"Did anybody else say they were coming down here?" he asks presently, taking one hand away from Hank's only to momentarily pet the cat who's realised it's not the centre of attention and is craning up to nose at his face.