"That's because you can be very perceptive." At least when something didn't involved G himself, and then G couldn't even remember that logic existed. "You don't think you're strong now, but you are. I'm sure you were strong for a teenager."
Sam's hands went to G's hips, holding him steady, while their eyes never wavered. "Sure. I can see how this work. We get together and suddenly the insults start, next the neglect. Next thing you know, you'll get bored with me and you'll be watching the games while I slave over the take out menu. You'll ignore me, give me this excuses about work, leaving at all times of the day and night, and I'm supposed to believe that you're relly working. I can't believe you're doing this to us," he said, keeping a straight face through his speech, before breaking into a grin and kissing G again. "You're an idiot. I knew that, but I still couldn't kiss you or hold you or tell you. There's a fine balance. You come to my house, I pretend not to know, you pretend not to know that I know. It's a game."
He nodded. "Probably it would have never happened, but I'm not in the habit of second guessing myself and I never looked at things differently. I've always done what's best for you and staying quiet was what was best for you there. Telling you was the thing to do here." He'd never consider the impact on himself either way. It was always about G in his mind. "We could be doing this in any dimension and I still know that we'd be able to do our job. They couldn't, because they are a couple before they are a team, and Savannah might physically be able to do what we do, and she can be learning, but she doesn't think as an agent." He squeezed G's hip. "Do you know that saying? 'Home is where the heart is'? You're home, G."