His eyes dart around the kitchen, equal parts casting for something to focus on besides her and scanning for anyone who might be listening. Like the bananas?? He's stalling, really.

"My... the magic stuff I got... it's not like yours, remember? I didn't have it... before..." He runs a hand through his hair. "They're keeping close tabs on me. Closer than everyone else. If I left, they'd find me, and drag me right back."

Greg takes a deep breath through his nose. "You could probably make it. If you found a way, I mean. But I... I don't want you to end up like the others."