Hank breaks away and immediately fixes his shirt, something Connor hadn't been going to mention, and he feels a little embarrassed - and it looks like Hank does too. About the shirt, sure, but maybe about just how much of Connor's attention he takes up. A moment later, he seems to hide himself, shrinking away a little.

"Sorry if that was too much," he says, making himself smile comfortingly as he forces back his own feeling that he overstepped a boundary of some kind. "I didn't think it was... It was a lot."

He hadn't stopped to consider what Hank would see about how Connor saw Hank himself.

"I don't have to do it again, I just wanted to know if it was possible. My processors speed up so much that a human couldn't usually keep up. But you can." He leans forward, putting a hand on Hank's knee and trying to look at his face. "That's all I was trying to show you."