Re: Sam/Sean
Sean smirked. "Maybe those kids with computers have superpowers."
Biting his lip, he shrugged and shook his head. "It doesn't really matter to me, Dad. I don't want to do any of it. So, White Collar's as good as any. I guess...it's...not what I expected. But, it's fine." Or, it would be. There was no point moping about things he couldn't change. Focusing on the things he could change was what had gotten him where he was in his music. It would get him...somewhere...now. He could be both stubborn and go with the flow and make the most of things on his terms.
"Why?" he asked, pretty sure he already knew the reason his dad would want him on his team. It wasn't like he had any skills that would really be useful for a team like his dad's. He rolled his eyes as his dad went on, however. "Didn't want me to do a good job? I've done everything I could to put distance between myself and your world, this world. If I was still a kid, you not liking it would make me like it more." But, he did want to know about his dad, about who he was and not just what he did, and Sean appreciated the candor. "I'll be fine, Dad. I've been on my own and taking care of myself surrounded by new people and faces for four years. Maybe I need to learn the fighting parts. But, the people part I can handle. Really. I don't need to be walked to class on the first day of school anymore."