Re: Sam/G
"One of these days," G remarked drily, "she and I are going to have an argument and you won't automatically be telling me I have to give her a break and be the understanding one."
Christmas was starting to be as bad as May. There hadn't been a holiday season since they'd gotten here that he wasn't either worried about Savannah, arguing with Savannah, or both. The last thing he wanted to be doing right now was celebrating. And, yet, here he was anyway. He'd come. He'd smiled. He'd teased. He'd made polite conversation over dinner. He could finally retreat to an out of the way part of the room and hold up a wall while watching over his team.
"No, she wasn't. She was doing what she wanted to do with no regard for the risks and she wants to make this into something that's somehow about anything but work. If anyone else had done it, she'd have been the first one to pull them aside and tell them they should have at least told the leads so we were prepared, just in case. But because it's her and it's me, somehow she doesn't think work applies."