"Well, the insanity can't be helped, I'm afraid." G grinned. "Even Sam's given up trying to cure me of that. But, I suppose I might enjoy our conversations on occasion," he added with a wink.
Still, he had to shake his head. "I don't think you do." She couldn't understand if she was 'correcting' him by saying exactly what he'd been trying to say. "That was my point. That no matter how much I loved her, it wasn't enough to make the cover a reality. I think, in her way, she loved me as well. But, it still wasn't enough on it's own." Smiling he squeezed her hand. "I wasn't telling you that to make a parallel, Savannah. I'm the last person to be able to give you real advice on relationships. I've only had one good one and I'm still getting used to it. You said love might be enough for me and Deeks. I was only trying to explain that it's not enough for me. Not love alone, but everything that goes with it. The patience, the sacrifice, the trust. It's not as simple as just love. I've always been sure I'd die in the line of duty. But, when he talks of growing old together, I can see it and believe it. And that's why I don't need the rest. No matter what else is said, no vows or ceremony could mean more than that to me.
"Perhaps, there's something, someone, out there that will mean that for you. Perhaps not. I'm not trying to change your mind on what's important to you. But, in the end, that's what I would wish for you -- to find someone that you can't imagine not being in your future, no matter what, someone who defines forever for you so completely, you have no room to doubt they'll be there for that forever, that it won't matter what sacrifices you make because you always have that place to belong." He shrugged. "Since you ask, I'd make a lousy Muslim, I'm sure. But, if he asked it? For him I'd try. The difference, though, is that I don't have the same sense of identity you do. My changing things about myself doesn't carry the same weight. And, no, I'd never ask him to give his faith up for me."