Greg took his coat, hanging it on the rack. "It's fine. They're pretty solid sleepers, but the shouting'll get 'em going. And I'm fine. Busy as hell, but fine." Between packing up for the new house, helping Karen with the birth, and trying to sort things out with Ray, he'd been pretty booked. It was... nice, to see Jack. He tried not to quantify it past that.
Once Jack's shoes were off- an unnecessary custom, but one he let happen- Greg led the way back to the kitchen. "Wanna drink?" He was already in the fridge, digging out a beer for himself.