Even if it wasn't meant to hit, Greg flinches from the motion. It feels like things have been building up to this, his past self dragging him down and condemning him for what he's been up to in the meantime. Confusion and fear make his breath tight and fast.

"I--Lapis, what..."

It took a second before he understood what she meant. It was only the shock that kept him from understanding immediately; there's nothing else she could have meant. Greg goes still under his clone, no longer struggling save for his quick, frightened breathing. His eyes dart from her to the clone, and back. He'd thought she'd known. He'd thought it had been obvious. Then again, he was the one who had done it.

"Yes."