G wouldn't have been surprised if Deeks had told him to butt out; he was fully prepared to do so. His meddling could only go so far. They still had to find their way through this together, on their own, or it wouldn't mean anything. And there would still be obstacles against them, things G would need to be the bearer of bad news on, he was sure, obstacles arising from the needs of security. But, for the moment, a little nudge, as Hetty might say, wouldn't hurt.
And, Deeks seemed willing to be nudged.
Or, at least accepted the nudging without argument and rolled with it.
The reverse process of seeing Deeks' memories was still as odd as it had been that first time G had let him inside his head, too full and too foreign. But, it was getting easier to push that feeling aside and remain passive to the experience.
G had known, or suspected, much of what he was shown about Traynor. The rest was new to him. Deeks was as big into sharing as G and Sam. So, it wasn't surprising. But, it gave G new insights into the man, more foundations to build his personal observations upon. And, it was familiar -- different, but scarily familiar at the same time. Only, Deeks had found his place to belong at a much earlier age than G.
"Not yet," he said quietly, as he felt Deeks retreating from his mind.
G waited until Deeks renewed the connection and then pulled forth memories of his own. While Deeks had gone in reverse, digging through the build-up of emotional trauma to it's roots, G went forward, past the roots, through the build-up, and out the other side. He showed Deeks the barest glimpse of the man behind the masks, barely anything, but enough.