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Marty didn't miss the smile, but he held his tongue. Curiosity didn't just kill cats, sometimes it blew up in undercover detectives' faces. "We did name him after people who mean something, though, people who mean something to us. The world's pretty fickle and if he wants that for himself and the situation allows for him to have that, we wouldn't stop him. But, the one things he's always going to have in this life is his family's love. We'd rather give him names of people we care about and who are important to us, to show him how important he is to us." Marty smiled. "We named him after Thomas because, addictions aside, there are a lot worse men he could emulate and very few who would do what he did to help Savannah when they didn't even like each other and he's not a cop or an agent who chose to rescue people for a living. He showed a strength and courage that impressed us both. And that's saying something when you consider Savannah holds everyone up against the measuring stick of men like G and Sam. And Ray is the best friend a man could ever have. Even on opposite sides of the law, there isn't anything we wouldn't do for each other and if it wasn't for him, I quite probably would never have lived to see high school. If Jamie can grow up to be like either one of them, I'll be a very proud father."
There was no pushing on the normality or lack thereof in politics vs. the average Joe. Instead, he cocked his head to the side with a look of mock horror. "And here we've had you living in the land of sun and surf for almost four months. That's just something we're going to have to rectify." Marty could talk to Vance. If they could go to Disneyland, they could find a day to go to the beach. Marty had told Claudia he'd see about surfing anyway. "Florida is nice and all. But, there's absolutely no surf there. Tragically disappointing. We'll have to take you to Santa Barbara. Lay around on the beach and relax in the sun. The surfers among us can enjoy some of the best waves on the West Coast."
Sighing, Marty shook his head. "It might sound like a much better outcome, but it's really unlikely. I won't push you, though. If you're right and you never need someone to talk to, then it's all good. But, if you do...the door's open. There's no expiration date on this except whenever God decides it's time to punch my ticket."