Yes, he'd survived a falling building. Yes, he'd survived three days alone in the dirt recovering from burns and broken bones. Yes, he was in the middle of having to make up a story about how he'd met Alana at Teddy Pullman's funeral or something and had been invited over, and thus had to remember not to look up every time someone mentioned his old name.
But, he'd promised Alana the drinks. So, drinks he brought. With Bowser at his heels, he opened up the gate with one hand while balancing a cooler full of varying beers and sodas on his shoulder, and headed towards the porch. "Fresh beverages, coooooming up!" he called for all to hear. He smiled over at Tannia... but the smile fell a bit when he saw his brother. D? What was he doing here?
... And why was he kissing her neck?
Ted-- er, Greg, felt his eye twitch. No, no. That was just D. Shit, he'd been kissed by D. Didn't mean anything at all. Taking a big breath and counting to ten, he handed Alana's friend her request of drink and took out a Budweiser for himself. Maybe burgers would be a good distraction.