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Callen, G. (g_callen) wrote in omega_reality,

"The crazy never changes, just ask Sam." G chuckled, thinking of how much he and Reese had trained together, neither saying a word, when they'd thought Savannah and John dead. "I think the line from Alice in Wonderland applies: We're all mad here. See? I would never consider a spa relaxing. Too exposed." Too much touching and letting people get close.

"I'll take Thomas' word for it vicariously through you, how's that? I'd almost guarantee the only one of the four of us with any sense of true fashion is Emily," he rebutted with a smirk, unsurprised the younger Hammond had gone straight to color coordination. Even the short time he'd been with them before was enough for G to know the young man considered himself an icon of style. "'Fraid I'm not in the habit of lying to my team or my partners, past or present. But, if we find a spa without a herd of thunder lizards grazing around it, we'll see about going."

G couldn't help a quiet groan. He didn't want to know what was stashed, literally, in that truck. "Physically is a good start. Mentally, we can work on. You sound much stronger than when we last spoke about it, more in control of yourself. Urge may always be there, but it doesn't have to control you and when you don't believe in your own strength, you've got people around who can remind you of it. That includes me. You hit those times when friends, lovers, family are too close to see what you need and you think the drugs are the only option, you find me first. Got it?"