The bruises still showed where he and Pride had gone at it. The entire day had been shot, Greed couldn't even properly appreciate Sloth ditching Patience. Literally. He'd played his card as he said he would, bringing a few bags to smoke out of Sloth's bong. It had alleviated the hurt but it was still peeled away whenever Zoe texted to ask if he was okay. The questions were redundant so he stopped answering because the root of his anger had started with this whole situation. He had to share her with a roommate now, and with Patience. He didn't have a choice. And Greed always got a choice when it came down his own path.
After Tuesday everything started to snowball down. Lust had made it worse. One thing that turned Greed off into a foul mood was a bitchy Lust who threatened him. It really grated under his skin. He'd stopped by Ambrosia, but she wasn't there. There was only one other place she could be when she wanted space. Greed knocked, but had already devised a plan to get in if she refused.