Re: Sam/Deeks
"I am not a bad boy who needs some girl to come around and show me the light." Marty lamented tipping his head back toward the ceiling and groaning. He didn't even think he fit into that stereotype - though he supposed from Savannah's perspective he might have been just that. Even if it was the last thing Marty would have thought about himself.
"Leading her on?" He really was trying to keep his voice even, and his outbursts safe in the realm of hissed whispers, the last thing he needed was one of the kids hearing this, or Savannah, or anyone else really. "I've been friendly with her, I'm trying to get her to open up, to trust us, she needs a friend and I've been trying to be that for her - that is not leading her on."
"Fucking fuck." He groaned shaking his head, this was not how Christmas was supposed to go. What exactly was he supposed to do then? Perform some kind of personality transplant every time he spent any time with Savannah, which - you know - thanks to the house would be quite a bit of time.