"Don't," Connor says, waving off Hank's words easily. "We're a team. If you need me, here I am."

Whatever Hank wants him to be.

But then Connor pauses, and grins a little uncertainly. "I never thought of that." He eyes Hank appraisingly. "You'd look good with it short."

Not that Connor doesn't think he looks good with it long as well.

"But that's not what I meant." He presents Hank with the scissors, holding them by the blade. He's hesitating as he goes on, "I want you to take this off for me."

He indicates his LED.