"Yes, I think you're right. He might even like it, despite the fact that it's directed at him."
He nodded slowly, staring up at the ceiling, listening to Savannah's voice and the feeling of her fingers against his chest. She had a point and he knew she did - he was letting this get to him, making him doubt things he all ready knew he was in control over. "I'm just overreacting, I know I am. I am freaking out about this, I don't even like the idea of the power when we use it - I like it even less the way I had to use it with Sam." He didn't think he'd actually do anything to anyone Savannah talked to, not even on a mission and she flirted with someone, but the idea was in his head now and it scared him. He knew what it was like now to lose control of that power and not be able to stop it and to know what the results would have been and he couldn't do that again.
"Worrying is what I do." He told her softly. Never for himself, and not even for everyone around him, but this - with Savannah. It as all new to him, it was something he'd always told himself he didn't want, and he didn't need, but having her there with him each night was a reminder of how he did much he did want this - and he didn't want to lose it.