Greg listened, with more nodding almost solely for his own benefit. After another brief pause, he sighed, the downward tilt of his mouth almost as audible as the smiles from before. "I was about the same. After getting caught, I just... refused to be intimate. I fucked a few of the new kids, had a couple girlfriends, but after he died, I just... wasn't interested in emotional shit. Not for a damn long time." Greg hadn't said that out loud in a really long time, and he shut up once he was done, glaring at his drink.
He didn't know why he just told Jack that. He hadn't even said anything to Ray; although, to be fair, he wasn't sure if he had to or not. Ray seemed to have the dots to connect it for himself.