Greg sipped his own tea, thinking about what Zach had said. They were making due, even if Theo didn't realize the reality of the time. And he felt a small pang of jealousy, wondering if he could have gone for a pro Quidditch job. That was, if he hadn't gone to Azkaban, if he hadn't taken the mark. Those ifs were huge in his head at the moment. It was all sort of tangled together when Greg let his mind drift there: not taking a mark, not going to prison, not letting Theo fight his dad, not being gone and away for so long. Usually Greg's mind was more occupied with the present, but right now, he sat there and felt that odd envy for Zach's life, similar to how he'd felt a moment with Draco.
He said quietly, almost more for his own ears, "This is a good job. I'm lucky to be here, lucky to have Theo here."