"You know, there's a couple of people here that can't die. Maybe that was the intention, too. If he couldn't clone 'em, he has to do something else to control 'em."

Connor offers to take a look, so Hank gives him his hand.

It is much stronger than it was before. His reach is wider. His control is better. It picks up his feelings more thoroughly now, translates them into data as much as it translates data into words and feelings that Hank can understand. There's everything here from a slight discomfort from a too-tight belt to the background pondering on if Morbius could die, or what he should do to protect Arkady or Nick, to the fact that he very much likes the feel of Connor's hand in his.

It's all simple, yes, and at the moment his thoughts are subdued in whatever fashion they come in. But the transition is smoother, and when he feels, he radiates it.