Robert Callen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} r_callen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
"She does. She's been talking about that nursery and I feel sorry for Deeks," he said, with a snort. "But she's a good kid. She's got a good heart. She should be home resting and not spending the afternoons helping me and cooking for four now."
Robert picked up Liam and hooked the tube to the pump. "Sit for a moment," he said, as he took a seat himself so he could watch the incubator, even though there was no reason to. "I've worked with men like your father, back in Italy. They come in, do their missions, names are classified, teams are classified. They have nothing personal with them, no pictures, nothing that could lead people back to their families, but when they come back from that mission, and they can relax, the first thought... well, that's usually beer, but the second is for their families. Your dad might have been pissed, might not have enjoyed it, but he gets it. He just sucks at telling you, because he's spent his entire life internalizing everything. I know it doesn't make it easier, but you shouldn't wonder whether he gets it or not."
He chuckled. "I'm not. I'm appealing to your selfish nature. Do you really want to lose a friend? How far are you willing to let it go? How far do want it to go? If you think you can control your dad and limit it to a dinner, then sure, but you need to be ready to pull the plug if this prank goes on for too long. If you can do that- well Sunday dinners scare a few people." The discussion with Mike was too fresh not to know. "So not Troy? Are you interested in someone else? That pretty redhead that lives with you? It's not healthy for a man your age not to be getting laid on a regular basis. I hope you know that."