Though Greg can't bring himself to smile, relief comes off him in waves. "Looks like you're getting better."

Yes, definitely better than before, but that's an extremely low standard to go by. Steven (rather, Tiger) has always been squirrely, but he'd been getting better before this. Greg can't blame him for sliding back a little.

Greg doesn't invade Steven's space, just stands awkwardly a couple feet away. "Uh, I didn't get to introduce my friend before, this is Sans. He's good." He indicates back towards the door. It would've been nice if they'd met under literally any other circumstance.

He holds out the blue paper bag. "I got you something."