Travis took TJ's hand and walked to the bedroom. That was answer enough, and they could get to the shower later. He took his gun out and put it under his pillow, before taking off the holster. "You know, maybe you weren't so wrong about furniture, or at least night tables. I'm getting tired of sleeping with my gun there." Not that he was considering spending money on furniture at this point. Maybe next month. It could be an early Christmas present.
He hung up the jacket and then took off the rest of his clothes. It was becoming so domestic and warning bells were going off inhis head, but he crashed them. He didn't need that part of his personality to show up any time soon. "TJ, have I ever given you the impression that I hold rich people to a higher standard? In fact, you've told me plenty of times that I don't have a high opinion of you or your upbringing."
He got into bed, staring at the other man. "And I know this must be very good for your ego, but you are right about that too. Any time I've dealt with the rich and powerful, someone was doing something illegal. Bribes, association with criminal elements, even murder. More money, bigger crimes. Most poor people have no reason to screw their family over when there's no money there. However, it's amazing how many people are willing to kill or hurt brothers, sisters, parents when there's lots of money involved. So I really know how amoral the rich and famous can be. I'm pretty sure that you grew up in a similar environment. I know what you are potentially capable of and somewhere along the line, you will do something that will make me want to punch you, repeatedly. Fuck, I have punched my partner before. It wouldn't even be a new thing for me. Just because you do something morally questionable or because I react by telling you, it doesn't mean that we can't still be friends or partners. Your true friends aren't the ones who hang around when everything is fine. They are the ones who stick it out through the hard times."
He waited for TJ to get in bed, before puttin an arm around him. "When's your birthday?" He knew the dates of birth of their covers, but not the real ones. "I don't know, baby. I really don't know what to tell you about your family. Maybe now that they are here, they will see different things, too. There is a world outside of politics. Maybe, they can see that the spoiled boy who liked to party and get high is a man who can think for himself, who is learning how to take care of himself. I know you hate this training, but it's giving you skills that make you self-sufficient, something that you can show them. You won't need them to protect you, but instead you will be able to protect them. When we go back, you will be one of those who will go out there to help new people that arrive, to fight when it's needed. You want to talk politics, they did what they had to make this country a better place. Now it's your turn, and you won't use words or backroom deals, but strenght, guns and powers. If that's not going to be a wake up call for them, then I don't know what will."
Travis kissed TJ's temple. "So you're not in love with him, but there's something else. Do you still have feelings for him? Like, hate, anger? What would you be likely to do if he showed up tomorrow?"