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It had taken a while for G to realize that what he was feeling was love. It wasn’t something he’d had a whole lot of experience with, growing up in the less than loving foster system, so it was hard to recognize even in himself. Not that he’d ever been particularly emotionally competent anyway, with any emotions.
But he finally figured it out, and the reality that he was in love almost knocked him on his ass. He was in love with his partner, his best friend if he were one to name such things. He was in love with Sam Hanna of all people. It was a disaster waiting to happen, but at least it was only a disaster in his own head and heart.
G had never said anything about it, had never even said it out loud. He was never going to say anything.
He’d known that for a long time now, and he’d made peace with it, mostly. He wasn’t interested in breaking up Sam’s happy family by sharing his inappropriate, impossible feelings. He wasn’t that kind of person, and more than that, he liked Michelle and the kids. He didn’t want to hurt them, even if the alternative was hurting himself.
It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to it.