Re: Sam/Sean
Hands stilling on the neck of the sax as he put it together, Sean looked up and nodded as his dad came into the room. He'd spent more time on the guitar since getting both instruments, not wanting to disturb the rest of the house who may not appreciate the scales and drills and practice runs, let alone the actual tunes and improvisations. The volume of the guitar was easier to keep low. But, if he didn't want to lose his chops, he had to practice a little. "Yeah, sure," he said around the reed held between his teeth, waving his dad inside and setting the sax carefully on the pillow.
"Oh." Sean wasn't sure what he thought about that news. Training during the day was one thing. Actually be expected to do...what? Intelligence, first aid, now tactical driving...Sean knew nothing about doing any of the investigations and things people did here and the only training he'd had for it so far was what he'd consider military/combat training. He'd missed all the units on forensics and law enforcement procedures and whatnot. "I'm guessing home and preparing for performances at the Blue Note this weekend isn't an option," he joked, smiling half-heartedly. He shrugged. "Hadn't really thought about it."
Or, he had, but not in those terms. He'd been under the impression he had no choice but to be with his dad and was trying to decided still if that was what he wanted or not. It was the other teams Sean hadn't really thought about.