Judging from that distinctly glum tone to Greg's voice, it's not a change in musical direction he's talking about. Jamie's grin falters.

"O-oh." He leans back a bit, looking chagrined, trying to think of something to say. "Sorry to hear, man. That's rough."

He studies his hands for a moment, then asks, "You, uh. You doing all right? Need to, y'know, talk or anything?" Greg's always seemed like a nice guy, he doesn't deserve to deal with this kind of stress alone if he doesn't have to.