Connor managed to get his hand between Hank's snout and his face for just long enough to sit up, his eyes wide as someone called his name. "Sky...?" Well, now Hank's presence made sense, but she looked so different. She even sounded different. Healthier. No longer speaking with a hint of ever present rasp. Honestly, if he hadn't been a Very Good Detective, he might not have recognized her at all. With a soft, sweet smile, he moved his free hand behind him to brace and leverage himself up to his feet--

Only for Bear Heart to bowl him over, flat onto his back, with the enthusiasm of his own greeting. It was all dog slobber and Hank trying to eat his hair and Bear Heart putting his full weight on his front paws, planted directly on Connor's chest from there. Honestly, this was fine. If he had to die this would be how he'd choose to go.