"But," G countered, "you wouldn't want me to think less of you for using tears to get your way, would you?"
Chuckling, G could only shake his head as she cuddled up to him. "Have to get my amusement in somehow."
Raising an eyebrow, he looked down at her with a snort. "End of the world? I'm tired, not dying." He hoped. "And Sam fusses. I've been telling him for years that he's my partner, not my mother." G nodded, using the pause in conversation to snatch another piece of cheese and try not to think about what eating 5000 calories entailed, let alone the 6000 Sam was starting him with. He was always going to be eating! "He knows about the calorie counts. If you're not into training of this sort, or even athletic training, it's not something people think about, especially if they're concerned about other things.
"But, to answer your question, I'm not sure when it started. Some time ago, before the trip to L.A., possibly much earlier than that, April, March, maybe even February." He shrugged. "It wasn't noticeable for a long time with everything else that was going on that could explain it." And G had a hard time admitting weakness, even to himself, so he just worked through anything he could. "It just caught up to me, finally."