Re: Sam/Sean
Laughing, Sean just grinned. "Consider it making up for lost time -- and then thank Moms for dealing with me at sixteen." The list of precautions just made him sigh. It seemed like he was never going to be able to go out somewhere and be spontaneous again with all the production involved in doing anything. "You guys don't do much when you're not working, do you?"
Sighing again, he nodded. "Err on the side or caution. 'kay, I can do that." It wouldn't change his resolve to make up his own mind, but he could do that much for his dad. And it was odd to be thinking about doing things for his dad. "I don't really want to be that paranoid, ever. I like people, being around people...a lot of people. Doesn't matter if it's a full house or a crowded street. There's life there." And that life was where he found the inspiration for his music.
"Won't say a word," he promised. Sean wasn't sure he was really ready to share his dad with anyone. But, the alternative was a repeat of what he'd done to Savannah and that wasn't an option. He didn't want to be that irrationally jealous person. "Moms is usually right when we least appreciate it," he said with a chuckle. "I wish we hadn't had to come here in order to have a family, though. It kind of sucks that we can't seem to have you and Moms at the same time. But, I'll take what I can get."