G wasn't going to try debating his feelings for Tracy, not when he'd finally put that ghost away for good. It had been more than the cover. She'd been his partner. But, that was in the past. Sam was the present and as much of the future as G would allow himself to contemplate. "Does it, now?" he asked, allowing himself a bit of that smile she mentioned. "He might not be solely responsible for that."
Keeping one arm around her, he moved toward the headboard, tugging her with him so he could lean back and keep both arms around her without feeling like he was going to tip over. He wished he could tell her things would get better. But, G wasn't a fan of hearing platitudes. He wouldn't say them if he didn't have to do so. He pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'm sorry, Savannah." There wasn't much else he could say. Only time would tell if this was the right decision for her or not.