Re: Sam/Sean
The more Sean talked, the more Sam wished for bullets, possibly right now, because this was beyond surreal; this was insane and scary and he could admit, at least to himself, that his heart had stopped beating for a few seconds. It wasn't the part that they had figured it out, because Sam knew that it would never have happened if he hadn't been willing to let them know. No, he could deal with that, it was the rest that had him breathing hard.
"Dinner and a movie?" He knew he sounded strangled, but how else was he supposed to react. "G, drinks tea or coffee, and doesn't sleep, and we don't salsa." Goodness, he was going to stop sounding like someone was trying to kill him. Actually, he never sounded like this when people were trying to kill him. "We talk about work, we watch games, we exercise, and we drink beer together." They had sex, but he didn't think he should add that part. "It's good, Sean. Really. My birthday, we went on a training mission. His birthday, we stayed home alone. We talk and we banter over cheap beer. It works for us, and it works for you, because he won't have an impact on the time I spend with you. So it works all around."