"No!" he sobs, curling his fingers in the fabric at the base of Greg's shirt, staring up at him with tears in his eyes. "You're my dad! We love each other! We're a family-"

He's making a scene now, whether he intended to or not. He can't control himself. For all the progress he's made, he still has so much anger and desperation stored away inside. He doesn't know if it's real or fake anymore, but right now it's coming out.