Re: Savannah/Marty
"Except for when I suggested that we root for USC," she said, giggling, before twisting to get away from his finger. "Hey, now. No need to be violent because you couldn't make it as a cheerleader, or as a football player in the alternative."
Savannah kissed him, smiling. "I know you're trying to, and I'm sure you understand intellectually, but... I don't know how to explain it. It's not the work or being out there, but always looking for the worse, being distrustful. It changes who I am whether I want to or not."
She shook her head. "I didn't mind being there. I minded suspecting everyone." She took another swig, before resting the bottle on her knee. "I guess that I realized that this is it, even if we go home. I don't mean that suddenly I'm NCIS, but if I'm with you, this is our life, fake identities, alternate routes, never a favorite store, lying to my parents. This is going to be the way we live."