"So, we were both spoiled," G teased in return, dimples appearing for just a moment as he smiled. It wasn't hard to see his partner in some tiny apartment, his girl and his kids, crowded and loving it. "Seemed like a miracle at the time." He chuckled, vaguely remembering what it had felt like to realize for once he didn't have to leave. "But the move got me closer to the marina."
He really wanted to believe in Sam's words, believe that fate would let him keep this. That Sam meant what he said wasn't even a question. But, after so many years of people always leaving or being taken from him, G couldn't trust in that future. "Someday," he murmured, eyes closing briefly with kisses whose gentleness was becoming more familiar,no longer quite as startling, though it still made him shiver. Opening them again, he smirked softly. "But, I mind you losing sleep because of my issues."
Still, he hadn't slept at all the night before and it had been a long day. Perhaps he was tired enough it wouldn't be a problem for one night.
"Maybe I enjoy some parts of it," he admitted, laughing softly. "The parts where I get to make my own decisions." Sighing, he sat up straighter, turned his full body so that he was facing Sam on the couch. "I don't get that option, Sam. It may be the part of being in charge I don't always like, but I am in charge. I'm the one being asked to make this, if not a single team, at least a cohesive whole that can survive here. Realistically, I know that if we have to leave this base, it may mean leaving some behind in order to protect the greater numbers. But, until then, it's my job to try and make each of them capable of being in that greater number. Whether they want to be or not, that badge makes them my responsibility -- even if I'd rather drown the drunken idiot in the bath instead of sobering him up. I don't get the option of picking and choosing here like I would at..." The pause was almost imperceptible, but enough for G to make himself say it. "...home. They're all my responsibility until I have to make those choices, or until they make theirs to stay behind."
Pushing of the couch, he moved to the window, staring out for a long moment, wishing the view was of the ocean and beach he missed, that had always calmed him. "Hetty will finally have cars ready for the rest of them tomorrow. I'm going over in the afternoon to help her clean them. One per household was the best she could do. I've been waiting for that before planning another trip. But, it's still a risk taking them all out there when maybe half of us are capable of defending ourselves and the rest. And I think the incident at the skating rink is proof enough of the other risks we face out there as a group. Not including Hetty and Vance, there are thirteen of us. Only three of us have found our powers, unless the rest are keeping it a secret from us. I want to get them far enough away it's not as risky to be up front about the situation, or potentially revealing powers ina public place, a weekend in the desert or something, out of the way. But that's even harder to arrange."
And he hadn't even touched on the ideas he'd been considering about safehouses in other cities. Spending long hours awake at night had it's uses.