"Well... yeah, me too."

He has to admit, that's a sensation he'd have been fine never experiencing. But he's not dead, so, hey.

Greg looks at her hand, quiet for a moment. Something about the gesture feels motherly, like an offer to guide a lost child. After all, that's probably how he looks about now. He smiles back to her, wan and gentle, and instead offers his arm to link with hers. Better to just drop all pretense and walk around in half a hug.

"We've got a lot to talk about, huh?"