"I am yours to command," Marty teased, dropping a kiss on her nose, which had the added advantage of putting his face close to hers so she didn't have to speak too loudly with her next words.
Marty didn't like her hunch. He really didn't like her hunch. The last three months had been spent mentally preparing himself for the inevitability, planning how to curb the behavior without doing irreparable damage to his son. As he looked up at Thomas and saw him holding Jamie, saw the slight look of panic, he groaned inwardly. Savannah's hunches were rarely wrong.
He wished he believed this one was.
But, Marty didn't need proximity and all it took was one careful brush against his son's mind to know it wasn't.
"Right. Let's go give him a hand."
Making his way over to where the unlikely pair stood, Marty reached out again as they walked. Keeping his touch light, he carefully nudged his son, wordlessly communicating that Daddy was going to take care of him and to let TJ go so Daddy could hold him. Jamie's hold wasn't really that strong. If Thomas really thought about it, he could pull away. But, no one had the training to think like that when they kept these sort of powers hidden from the group.
"Deeks, come and take your kid," Thomas said as they grew closer.
"I've got him." Jamie fussed a bit as Marty took him from the younger man, snuffling and threatening to cry. But, Marty had a hold on him physically and was a presence mentally, to help calm him -- not with his power! Just, letting him know Daddy was there.
"What was that?" Thomas asked, clearly getting his wits about him now that Jamie's connection to his mind was broken.
"Savannah, can you help him figure out an answer to that? I need to talk to G for a moment and then I'll be back. I'll take Jamie with me." It was probably a good idea for Marty to keep Jamie with him until this passed. And then they could discuss the best way to handle things moving forward.