Greg was angry, confused, and a bit tired. But he thought he had reason for all three. Tired was the easiet-he had spent the last few days twice his age. It zapped it out of a guy. Confused, because he had loved Wilson those days, and hard. He had missed Wilson, loved him, and wanted to stay near him for the companionship. For the trust. And he lost all those when he came back to being his normal age, and it felt...empty. And finally, he was angry. Wilson wouldn't admit at first to loving him, and that hurt, which made Greg angry. He didn't want to face a man who could hurt him. A man. He didn't know what happened, but in that time spent as his older self, he had become this...gay guy. And he didn't know what to do about it, or the feelings he had enjoyed feeling for someone, for Wilson.
He came back to their home with a bang of the door, stopping his snow covered boots before pulling them off and shutting the door behind him, keys getting put in the dish as he made a beeline for the fridge and a getting a beer.