Jack's lips flickered upwards with a smile, "You're good at this, aren't you, dear?" He said softly, sighing and shrugging a shoulder, careful of the girls beside him, "Same as usual," He glanced up at the man, "Anything else you need to know, darling?" Jack felt bad, not talking to Greg, telling him that he was sleeping when he could but that wasn't much, telling him that he had woken up several times confused and frightened about where he was, having forgotten in his sleep, driving him to tears, telling him that he hadn't been able to remember what he was going to the store for in the first place for the life of him. Jack saved those things for himself, really. He didn't need to worry Greg. He might be his doctor, but Jack saw him more as a friend. And he hated to worry friends.