Re: Sam/G
"Come here," he said, pulling at G's shirt. Sam put his arms around G for a moment and kissed him, before letting him go. "I love you no matter how things are." He didn't comment on Hetty. He'd always been the one with the reservations about her, but now wasn't the time. "And your partner is answering remind you why you haven't disappeared already, even though you know really well."
Sam nodded. "LA it is." As much as he wanted to get a feel of New York, G needed this, needed to feel like himself. It might sound like an indulgence, but if G wasn't on top of his game, then the whole team fell apart. His mental state was vital to the success of the group, whether G believed it or not. "We can have some of that healthy food you like. What is it called again? Oh yes, In N Out," he said, smiling a little, but that went away with their other topic of discussion.
"PTSD. Seen it in enough sailors and Marines through the years. It started with Prentiss' power spike and that's when Reese became her guard dog. He knows what's going on, and that's why I'm interested in knowing what's going on between them." Their sex lives didn't interest him in the least unless he was teasing them. "If she wanted to talk to someone, she would have. She's functioning for now. If there's a problem, we step in. Until then, she should deal with it anyway she likes it. I'm certainly not going to tell her that talking about it makes you feel better," he said with a snort. He'd kept enough secrets in his life that he wouldn't be that hypocritical.