For the first time, Greg feels a genuine twinge of certainty. In a reality where everything has become unfamiliar and the truth has faded and cracked too many times, Connie's bright determination and camaraderie finally feels like something is as it should be.

He flushes a bit, a hand running through his full head of hair. "Ehh, well. All the other stuff that happened, I thought there's no point going bald again, right? I worked hard enough growing it out the first time, anyway." It feels sort of silly, when he's rejecting everything else the label gave him, and yet... he's allowed some vanity, okay?