"I know. You poor man, you must have struggled through life without my help and direction," he answered with a smug smile on his face.
"What? You don't think I could defend myself against big, scary SEAL?" Not that he had any intention of pissing Sam off without a reason. He could reserve his comment something important came up. "I'm not. I mean if I were the marrying kind, I could understand, but I don't see the reason when it's casual. Besides, you know some bad shit will happen at the start. No amount of preparation and sensitive training is going to magically make things better and with my rank... I can't see coming out at all." He nodded. "I know, but I'm spending enough time here as is. Any more and I'll have to move in with you and I'm not sure that would help convincing Savannah that we shouldn't get married. And I still like them better than the Murrows."
"You know them better than I do." Mike might not know that they were together but knowing them before counted for something. "I get it, though. It's the same in a squadron. It's always hard to get a new pilot integrated so well that the flying comes naturally."
Robert nodded. "Exactly. Besides it should come easier if you aren't paying for the jeans." He sighed dramatically. "My life is ruined. Actually , not really. I'm one of those fortunate souls who's had money from birth. It's hard to destroy my reputation, especially when I have interdimensional travel as an excuse."
He snorted. "I'll just have to whine until we go home and I can get that Maserati." He rolled his eyes. "No, I have no intention of trying that again for tonight." He waited until Mike was on top of him. "It'll sound strange, but it feels better. Before it was almost like my body was being pushed in different directions. Now it's more... settle. Even my power wants us to make out," he said teasingly.