Greg rests his arm around Tiger. He doesn't have a lot of memories of him--not as many as he'd like, at least.

"I saw you're really funny. I was telling you how I... how I met your mother, but you'd heard it so many times you made your own story." He closes his eyes a moment, taking a deep breath. "In a lot of the memories, I'm scared, because you're always running doing something dangerous and brave. But you always come back safe."