"Your intentions are good. And I'm glad that you're optmistic about all this," Adam was nodding, his tone sympathetic if not convinced, even as Elizabeth moved her hand to slide over his in a silent effort to remind him that they were having a nice dinner. It was futile, Teddy knew from experience. He knew what was coming, had heard it plenty of times over the past two decades. Still, he appreciated the effort, and his own hand mirrored his mothers, but more subtly, his warm palm lightly resting on her knee, even as a small voice in the back of his head told him that might not be appropriate. He didn't really care, it wasn't that kind of touch. Support, something he likely needed a lot more than she did. Appreciation. Backup.
Thank you.
"You're not wrong. The kids might not have Theodore's powers, but dont bet on that chance." Adam's tone was conversational, not as jovial as it had been, trying to firmly prove a point without being forceful. "It's something you should be worried about, because there could be times when you'll be the only one there to deal with it. If he turns, and the kids turn-"
"Dad," Teddy finally spoke up, his gaze even over the surface of the table, his mouth pressed into a thin line. "It's something we'll deal with when and if it comes to that."
"It's easy to say, but handling it and dealing with it when it's actually on top of you-" Adam started, but Elizabeth chimed in, her brow furrowing curiously.
"Honey, don't you still have the basement set up for when you turn?" Elizabeth's hand had floated back to her own lap as her other reached once more for her drink. "It's big, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I'm sure we could convert some space if we needed to," Teddy sighed, the tension in his stomach easing slightly as he realized is mother was actually trying to come to their rescue. She couldn't be sold on the idea, but she was at least being constructive. "And all the security systems are up to date."