His arms drop to his sides, his fists clenching into tight little balls. There's an anger that rises up from this abandonment that he never would have had any context for in his previous life - but now it's a slight that still feels like a tender scar.

"No!" he says, louder this time, setting his stance. He's not accepting this. "It's not okay! What's wrong with you?"

Greg wouldn't say these things to him, no matter how mad he was. Something is wrong.