"Then it shows how much you know me," Greg said, slamming down his beer and storming from the kitchen towards the bedroom. Mock him? Laugh at him? That might have been what he'd do. But after what he had felt the last few days with Wilson..It hurt to think that. That was what his father would do, wasn't it? Mock Wilson for being a pansy, tell him to go outside until he thought better of his queer ass thoughts. No, that was what his father had told him to do. Greg scowled.