Re: Savannah/G
"Hey." G gave her a little smile, squeezing her shoulders in a brief one-armed hug. "He's Sam. He'd tell you he's fine."
Truth was, G wasn't sure how his partner was doing. Sam was as good or better than G was at pretending to be okay when he wasn't. G suspected, of course. He knew enough of how much Sam had blamed himself for Dom's death to guess at what thoughts were running through his head. They'd probably be running through G's head if he gave himself leave to think them. G was the lead agent. Responsibility for the team was ultimately his and he'd been the one of the two of them to give up, just a little.
But, G wasn't thinking about any of that. Sam was his first concern.
He'd even gone to Sam's room the night before to sleep, which had worried Sam at first. But, G wasn't going to leave him alone, even if they didn't talk. Unfortunately, he'd fallen to sort of hovering about Sam when he could. It wasn't intentional and he knew it wasn't even just about Dom. Part of G couldn't shake the thought of that other Sam giving up his life for Dom's. It was too much like something his Sam would do.
So, when Nell had approached, he'd used it as an excuse to give Sam a little space. Really, he'd just been waiting for one of the team to approach because he wouldn't have left him like that with just anyone. And he'd bring back a beer in a little bit as an apology for leaving him with the talkative analyst.
"Did the birthday boy appreciate his party," he asked, changing the subject because Savannah was too observant to be put off with non-answers if they stuck to the subject of Sam and Dom.