"Oh, I don't know," Sean drawled. "I don't want to kill your husband?" Laughing, he just shook his head. Things were better but he still didn't totally get his dad or G or how they functioned with so little normality in their lives. "I don't think there are enough angles in the world for all that you guys see. Maybe people are blind and selfish, but we all do it to one degree or another. You two just do it very little compared to some others."
Sean shrugged. "Robin Hood was a criminal, too. Rosa Parks, the conductors on the underground railroad, all technically criminals. By this government's standards, we're all criminals. We stole hospital equipment; we blew up an army base. They've probably labelled us not just criminals, but terrorists. I'm not saying you have to like him and I don't know that what Eliot did is on the same level as the rest because I don't know what he did. And maybe he was as bad as you think. But, I think you are wrong on one point. He had a team in the same way you had G and the others from OSP. The difference is he doesn't have that any more. He lost his entire team in the attack on the base and he doesn't have the support system you and G had to deal with your losses. I can't say I wouldn't be gunshy about getting involved with another team so soon after that were I in his shoes."
Eyes wide, he cast his dad an innocent look that melted into chuckles. "Haven't I been doing that since I found out about the two of you? And of course he was impressed by me. I'm just that impressive. Teaching him some self-preservation would be good, though. Even if he's just a friend, I'd hate to see him get killed by being stupid."
Barely refrained from rolling his eyes, Sean sighed. "Dad, you just said you wanted me to have that because it would make me happy. That implies it's about happiness," he added with a short laugh. "But, okay, I get what you meant. And, maybe that would be nice. It just feels like everything's become about two things: survival and romance. I guess I miss home and being able to walk into any room on campus and either be exposed to great art or great thoughts. I miss the late night conversations about philosophy and building castles in the air, debates about humanitarian projects that turned into impromptu jam sessions and then migrated to an early morning trip to some dive coffee shop for muffins and the reviews from that weekends show openings. And that, I really don't have here. I mean, Nell's great for intellectual conversation, but she sticks to facts more than suppositions and imagination. And, Alexis gets missing New York. Troy understands the drive for my music even if his own is for sports. The three of them are the closest thing I have to my idea of normal life. But, it's not the same."