<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I'm lots of help at lots of things -- Dad and Papa say so," Jack grinned.  He debated whether he should go back to his coloring -- but Aunt Ziva seemed like she could use a cuddle, so the boy stayed where he was, and even nestled in a little closer.  "What do you think your person will be like?  Dad says he never expected Papa, but maybe you have an idea what your person will be like?"<br/>
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"She can be a little loud," Tim agreed.  "But she loves me.  Us.  The team."  He sighed, relaxing again now that he had hold of Gibbs' hand.  "Bubble wrap would be good.  Maybe really thick Kevlar."  Then -- in one of the leaps that drugs tended to promote -- Tim sidestepped subjects.  "You're sure Ziva's okay?"<br/>
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Slowly, Tony put his arm around Emily's shoulders.  "It sucks.  I get that," he said, and then tried to shut down the noisy part of his brain and just be comforting.  It didn't come as naturally to him as being a loud mouth, but he was making a concerted effort.  The arm around her shoulders wasn't sexual, it was supportive -- inviting her to lean into him if  that's what she wanted, or to shrug away from him.</span></span>