Greg flinched slightly at the proximity, but could tell Jack was distressed, so he let it go, knowing the look- and sound- of something he wasn't allowed to know, but should still take into consideration. Somehow, he managed to not get curious enough to ask, just putting an arm on Jack's shoulder supportively for a minute. It soon turned into him lifting Jack away from him, though, jerking his head down the street towards the bar.
"C'mon, if we hurry we might still make happy hour,"