"No shame in sounding like my mum," he said with a shrug and a smile. There were times he wished he could be more like his mother, and like his brother. He so often wished her could just be... more.

But just because he thought he himself could be more... was no reason to let this guy say the same.

Odd thing? This actually wasn't bothering Greg all that much, taunts at him flared his self hatred then died when some other, brighter emotion took over. But nothing had flared yet. This was simply a good way to pass the time, and avoid the cold.