Re: Savannah/G
G couldn't help smiling at her expression. Things were always just so for Savannah, fit into neat little packages of right and wrong, good and bad. In a way, it was endearing, even if it was scary as hell at the same time. "Charlie might. If he finds a girl," he chuckled. Charlie might. But G knew better than to get involved with anyone when he was using a cover. Once bitten, once burned, twice paranoid. "But, it all depends on the friends, Savannah. Sometimes a good friend is really all a person needs."
He shrugged again. "Nothing comes without a sacrifice, no matter how small. And this is something I'm good at, very good at. I chose it as much as you chose cheerleading." Easy? Not all the time. Easier than being G Callen sometimes? Absolutely.
"I don't have to ask anyone. Not yet. Maybe not ever. It's just something to be aware of." He smirked. "As you've pointed out, I'm not normal. I'm willing to do things many aren't to get the job done. But, no, it's not something we have to worry about tonight." Returning the hug, he didn't quite manage to get the smile into his eyes. But, he wasn't going to spoil her party any more than he would stop worrying. "Go enjoy you're party. Everything's fine."