"Just spacing," Sean repeated, hand running lightly over Troy's arm. Sighing softly, he leaned against Troy a little. "Alright? I don't know, Troy. I really don't. It's like I'm totally numb. There's work and training and worrying about the family. And it almost feels like there really isn't time to feel anything."
He huffed softly. "It's funny, you know. When Jen and I first got here, Savannah was the last person I wanted to get to know. I was living with my dad for the first time since I was really little. And there was so much we had to work out, so much anger I'd been carrying around for years. Then there's this perky little cheerleader at the breakfast table, telling me all about living with Dad and G and how we just had to make things work because Dad was so great. If I'd gotten my power straight off, I probably would have fried her. I hated that I'd been trying for years and getting nothing. Then she just shows up and gets to be Daddy's little girl.