Leaning into the kiss, Greg let himself remain blissfully unaware of the others until they spoke; then the embarassment reared its ugly, badly timed head and he reached down to gather his pants back up with a huff, having to shift to Ray's other side to sit down. His right leg was bending outward at an odd angle, jarred slightly off his hip. He was doing his best to knock it back into place disretely, through his jeans.