"You don't want me, you want him!" Greg said in reply, glaring at Wilson, shaking his head, "I don't know what happens to me, what changes me, but something does, and I pined for you! I openly loved you, in a way that I could understand! I don't know how that happens, and I want to know how!" He raised his voice a bit before sitting down on the bed, head going to his hands, "I don't know how."