Re: Sam/Sean
Not having ever been one who shied away from expressing himself, his thoughts, or his feelings, when his dad finished telling him about Moe, Sean wrapped his other arm around his dad's waist and hugged him tightly. He might not really know what it was like, or everything...much of anything...about his dad's world. But, he could hear the regrets in his dad's voice and imagine a bit of what it must feel like to carry them -- at least, enough to know he couldn't really imagine it and words weren't going to make it better. Pulling back, he nodded. "I know and that promise is why I'm trying not to be angry with you about it any more. I want that."
Grinning, Sean shook his head. "So, a field trip to the museum now just to hear this for myself would be out of the question, wouldn't it?
"I'll make up my own mind about all of them because that's who I am, Dad. I'll listen to you about fighting and security and the whole staying alive thing. I'll keep your opinions in mind. But, in the end, I'll make up my own mind about all of them because it's fair." He couldn't help rolling his eyes. "No, I don't get the specific differences. But, I get that it's different. I get that there are higher stakes. People are people, though. The basics are pretty much the same from group to group. It's just a question of whether they pull a gun or a mallet on you when they get pissed." He shrugged. "I'd really rather not see someone die, either."
Sean snorted. "It might be." Nodding, he mentally poked at that image of G, wondering if it supported or derailed his suspicions. Of course, G was truly being pretty patient with Sean and the gun thing. So, maybe there wasn't more to it...or... "And he cares about you, the way you do him, which is why it matters we're your kids."
He wasn't asking so much as guessing. But, the other option was getting special treatment because of who his dad was.