"Something on my face?" The way Hanna was looking at him made Conner kind of uncomfortable. Well, more than 'kind of.' It was like she was looking for something in his face and couldn't seem to find it. Unconsciously, he rubbed at his nose a little. "Uh, no. Not since I was in the army." And even then as far as he knew, no one had ever punched him in the face. Except for Hanna, of course, and that had been less of a punch and more of a backhand to the jaw suffered while dealing with a flailing teenager.

He cleared his throat and straightened a little, trying to hide how awkward he felt. "Well...if and when that happens, there will be a place for you on that old couch again. Whether you're ninety or nineteen." Conner ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck like he tended to do when he was embarrassed.