Tiger laughs a little bit, enjoying the hair ruffle, in a nostalgic sort of way he can't quite put his finger on. People seem to do that to him a lot for some reason. Except, a few months ago, he would have been shrinking away and complaining about Greg ruining his curls.

He falls silent for a few more seconds, and then looks up at Greg again.

"Do you wanna go play video games or something?"

For once, he doesn't feel like moping.