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TJ Hammond (hammond_tj) wrote in omega_reality,

Re: Robert/Thomas
TJ shrugged noncommittally, lacking any eagerness to admit that before all this he very well might not have cared if he was dead. Coming to the realization he didn't actually want to die anymore, that the future might actually hold something worthwhile if he stuck around long enough, was still messing with his head. "It doesn't, really, but thanks for the effort. I think I'll just skip ejecting from a plane if at all possible and leave the heroics to those of you who are good at it."

He shook his head. "I'm sure if Savannah thinks she's going back to training, she's expecting to do more than an hour total between the weights and the pool." The idea of Savannah having an easy switch was amusing. Nothing about what she'd suggested on that mountain had been the easy way. If she had a slow and easy mode, TJ would be greatly surprised. "I'm pretty sure working out with me while the rest of you are training in all the 'fun' things like hand-to-hand is her idea of a punishment."

Following Callen to the couch, he sat down, still carefully considering the bruising was not only on his chest, but spotted all down his right side, particularly the knee and hip, where he and the car door had become more intimately acquainted than he'd ever desired. Clothes were rather uncomfortable, still. "He's pretty much a big kid himself," he said fondly, eyes seeking his lover out almost automatically. "But, it makes him happy. So, I guess I'll have to get used to having kids around. At least I won't care if my clothes get ruined for the most part."

"I wasn't worried," he said simply. There might have been a snort if he'd been talking to anyone he was close to, or even Savannah, since she'd asked for blunt. But, TJ kept the snort, huff, and laugh to himself with Callen when it came to his ideas on worrying about security. It never ceased to amuse him, though, the amount of assumptions people made about what what he thought or liked or wanted solely based on who his father was. As if TJ worried about security. The last thing TJ usually worried about was security. He worried about Travis and Doug being safe, like he had during the earthquake. But, he didn't worry overly much about security beyond doing what he was supposed to in order to keep people here off his back about it.

At least, mostly. Sleeping in clothes really wasn't happening too often.

The rest was...well, not really strange when he stopped to think about it. It sounded fucked up as hell, but he could see the need. He'd been older, just twelve, when his dad took office. But, there'd been efforts made to ensure he knew all the names and faces of the agents assigned to the First Family, not just his own personal agent, any staff that would deal with the family. Easier to know when someone shouldn't be there if you knew those who should. "That makes sense, I suppose, since they're so little I don't imagine they can simply be asked to memorize names and faces at initial introductions."