Re: Robert and G
"We'll have to agree to disagree." G shrugged, not willing to start a fight over the great gap between the worlds each brother had come from. G was never going to be the self-entitled one, never going to put himself ahead of everyone, when he understood too well what it was like to be stepped on by people who thought they were better than everyone else simply because of the size of their bank account.
"That's not what I said," he scoffed. "I never said love conquers all. Nothing conquers all. Each of us will win some and we will lose some. Love is just the safe haven where you can retreat to recover your strength for the next battle. And I don't really know what I'm looking for from our parents at all. I was guessing because I can't understand what keeps driving me other than the need for the truth. To finally be able to say I know, no matter what the answer is, and stop the questions that have twisted my mind up for decades. To finally be able to stop wondering why I was never good enough for them, or who I am, when I was even born. Whose son am I? You always knew you were your mother's son. Your son, for better or worse, will always know he's your son. He will know that his father cared enough to claim him as his own, no matter what else happens."
G pursed his lips, taking his time before continuing. "I know I'm good and part of that is because I know where the line is between the cover and reality. You go into it like this, pretending you care about her and you will hurt her. And possibly your son if he senses your heart's not in it, no matter what she believes. Or, when you begin to resent him for existing and making you live the charade every bit as much as you resent his mother for keeping him. Or, when one of the profilers we're surrounded by picks up on some behavioral tick and gets concerned enough to start asking questions. Kensi's been hurt enough in her life. She doesn't deserve to be intentionally used this way. And you deserve more than some half-life lived in the shadows while you make-believe a perfectly cold life. Where are you making room for your own happiness, Rob?"