I...fuck...when we showed up here, I didn't know much about this place. Just that it wasn't home and it had shit like magic. But something was different for me, Connor. I'm....

[Seeing Connor retreat within himself hurts. What if what he says NOW changes something? Sets in motion something that can't be undone? No...he can't. It's not fair to THIS Connor. Even if this Connor might not be the Connor he knows. They might both wear the number 51, but...]

I'm not the Hank you...wait, wait no! Shit! What I mean is...I'm still Hank, but I might be from your future. Or what might BE your future. I was just afraid telling you when we showed up because I didn't know if telling you could change something we we returned home, and then when I found out we forget everything I just wasn't sure how to tell you...

[Even if THIS Connor is still a machine Hank can't look at him. All he sees is someone he saved a few weeks ago, who went to a party with him. He's been with THIS Connor for longer. Even if it may not be the Connor he knows, he is attached to him a lot more than he lets on.]

...but I think with Markus here, I can't keep this shit up. You're my partner, and you deserved better than my silence.