If it hadn't been so serious, G might have laughed at how little Deeks spoke and how much it reminded G of himself. But, as it was, he simply watched the younger man think, gave him his space to work out whatever was going on in his head, and piece together some sort of response.
When Deeks did finally speak, the response earned a quiet snort from G. "If that were true, you wouldn't be fishing for memories," he pointed out. And if Deeks could honestly tell G he wasn't conflicted, he didn't deserve Savannah in the first place. "I can give you specific memories to look for if that will help curb the temptation. But, do yourself a favor and be honest with yourself, at least, about the fact things are messed up -- rightly so -- in your own head right now."
Sighing, he moved to lean his back against the wall, hands in his pockets. Getting involved was probably a bad idea. But, G hated watching his family, crazy and random as it was, fall apart. "Look, I know we don't do heart to hearts. You can tell me to butt out and I will. But, I have to ask -- is it really that you can't give her what you think she wants or that you won't? At the root of everything, what is it that's holding you back?
"If it makes it easier, don't tell me." He tapped his temple with two fingers. "Show me. Nothing leaves this room."