It was getting to the point Greg wasn't even sure he was going to make it out of the house anymore, let alone back to the Bar. If it hadn't been for the bizarre B-movie his life had become, he would have written the entire thing off as some sort of hallucination, brought on by sobering up. But the six-year-olds, and the lack of Jack and Jules around spoke against that, easily enough.
So, it wasn't surprise Greg felt as he walked Allie back to her bedroom, and instead ended up in the familiar neon-and-fluorescent lit restaurant. It was more like resolve.
He had the forethought to lean back to stick his cane in the door, calling down the hall for the girls. Greg figured Ray would want his daughters back, assuming the danger was over.
Speaking of Ray... he really shouldn't sneak out on his husband again. Even if he wouldn't really know.
"Get your butt up, Ray, we gotta go." He leaned against the wall heavily, taking weight off his leg while making sure the cane would stay long enough for the family to follow him through. He didn't want to go through that 'stranded' shit again.