"Right, and now you can make one about powers. If you like," he added. "It wasn't an assignment, but it would come handy if we get much bigger. I know that our numbers are hardly enough for real patterns and with all the secrets, you get even less data, but it could be something to look into it."
It was Sam's turn to choke. "It's not the comparison I'd hit you for. It's the implication that we can find the same type of blush amusing, and I don't have to ask to know that it's not the case." He looked up at John, and knew that his stares didn't have the same intensity now, but it didn't matter. John was his partner, and Sam's job was still to protect his back. "You know that no one gets what you see in Kinney, right? Neither do I, to be honest, but if it's what you want, you can count on my support, and when it's not, you can count on me to punch him if he's a dick. I'll find a way to do it too."
Sam tried to stay as still as possible, keeping his breathing regulated. He watched as John slowly moved the shirt, and for a moment, the shirt became transparent where it touched his skin, but as John pushed the shirt sleeves up, it changed back and went through his arm like he wasn't even there. As disappointing as this was, at least he had a starting. "So continuous lack of movement? That's not going to be easy." Not impossible, but not easy. "Maybe with a button-down or pants." He smiled, thinking of G's reaction to that. "I think I can take it from here, but thank you. This is going to help greatly." He stood up, eyes fixed on the young man. "Keep that brain of your working and don't let anyone dismiss you or your ideas. You might not be a genius like some of those geeks, but you have the instincts of a fighter and the two combined make you a great asset. At least until I get back to normal and teach you how to kick ass, SEAL style," he finished with a smirk.