Greg scoffed a laugh at that. "I can't blame you. I have no idea how you live with the spaz," Smirking, he took another drink, doing his best to hide the fatherly tone in his next; "He's doing what he can. Lassiter leaving the first time fucked him up pretty bad, and this time... he's pretty much snapped. I- it's not a fucking excuse, but.. he needed something to obsess over, and unfortunately you got saddled with that. He does care, even if he has a really fucking odd way of showing it,"