"Yeah, well." Greg let out a breath, trying to shake away his reaction to all that. It was stupid that it still got to him that much. He'd been on his own for years, stopped looking over his shoulder all the time a while back. What did it matter if they actually were looking for him the whole time? They still never found him. "I stopped thinking I was a criminal," he said out loud in answer to his own thoughts. "I really started thinking maybe if I just didn't do anything bad to anybody else maybe I'd be alright. Should've known better."
He heaved a sigh, but some of his tension leaked away a bit when Percy leaned in and told him about the chocolate. The way he said it made it sound like a secret, only Greg wasn't sure why Percy would tell Greg of all people some kind of secret. Maybe it was his way of saying that that Ministry rubbish didn't matter. At any rate, Greg felt himself relax enough to smile. "Wait, so you've got a whole batch of, like, drugged up chocolate?" He kept his voice low as Percy's. "That's pretty funny. Anyway, anything that makes a person feel good always makes 'em feel like shite later. That's how it works. Even this." He lofted his beer with a faint smile.