Re: John and Dom
Chuckling as he sat down, John shook his head. "She'll see through that in about two seconds. Callen and Hanna have been working with her for months and those two don't miss a trick that I've noticed. Besides, she's not only seen my lack of sports knowledge on her questionnaire, but my complete lack of interest in the Super Bowl when I first got here." Giving the agent an assessing look, he shrugged. "You might pass, though. Unless your answers to the sports questions were as hopeless as mine. I think 'don't know' became the default response."
Holding the book open just enough he could read it without taking up too much space on the couch, he flipped through to where he'd left off. Not wanting to broadcast to the world what he was studying, John had continued the schoolboy habit of covering his books in paper grocery bag 'book covers'. With the books they all had for classes, it didn't matter. But, by covering all of them, no one knew the difference between those and the physics books he was still working his way through, trying to piece this world's theories together with the ones he knew in his world.
Except, the biggest difference he kept coming back to was that time travel in his world had been perfected by machines, not humans. That was not a viable option. Couldn't destroy this world just in the attempt to send them all back to their own.
Cracking open his soda, he took a sip before glancing back up at Savannah. "Anyway, as long as Deeks has her attention, we may get out of having to pretend we care about basketball."