Greg looked up at the sound of the voice, and turned slightly. Seeing it was Theo, he let his shoulders drop and he nodded, "Yeah," he said and he pulled the papers over towards him, making more room on the couch, "You? You look like it," he said, realizing that Theo did look more irritated than normal.
Greg paused, and then softened ever so slightly, "I'll tell you yours if you tell me mine," and he winced, "Bloody hell, you know what I mean Nott," he added, feeling like an idiot. It was always like that with him. He was great at noticing things, and being spot on with some stuff, but when he opened his fucking mouth, he sounded like a bloody stupid troll.