[Connor looks down at the birdseed and toys with the string holding it shut- the pigeon seems content on his shoulder with or without the petting.]

I'd like to do this again, too. I think I'll save these trips for when you're around to come with me.

[It'll be their thing. Hank will hate it, especially if Connor ends up with pigeons following him everywhere, but Connor is content here.]

Being alone with the birds might be pleasant, but I've always been one for human company, too.

[Or android company.]