Why didn't they find a private room to talk? Instead of by a loud bar with blasting music, where bodyguards are watching, and waiting for them to make a mistake. Greg's throat is sore as he swallows.

"I can't answer that for you. You're still figuring it out." He rubs at his face. "It... it doesn't make you a bad person, Tiger. Not knowing how you want to be, and making mistakes, and hurting people. It's just something that happens, even with really good people."