Jack eyed the rubble and gave a little scowl, "Oh God, look at that. What a shame. I stick by how bitchy this place is, and add that this must be it's time of month!" He shook his head and went to the table to grab himself a glass and brought the bottles over to set them on the coffee table in front of Greg.
Taking the throw, Jack put it on the chair and sat on it, thinking he had to know Greg a bit better before he would put his bare arse on his furniture, "Now, has anything else exploded?" He question as he looked around the room, his dizziness settling to be just an annoying sort of swaying feeling in his head, "And has anything you've done helped at all, or just constant suffering? If it helps, my favourite pair of socks were lost to the disappearing of my clothing, so you could always revel in my own sorrow-which is not near as bad as yours, but the fact that I'm bitching about it can then lead you to focusing on how much you hate me for even mentioning the damn socks!" He gave a smile and crossed his legs carefully, his hands settling to do all the work of a banana and he was then comfortable, or as comfortable as a naked man could get in a practical stranger's (who looked exactly like his live-in) home.