It's always been clear that Tiger is the worse off of the two, but now he can see just how entangled the kid is, the traps Pride has set for him, imprisoned him with. It's too thick to navigate on his own, but here, the one way he can have some wiggle room, he's still giving in.

The fear and anger push up against their bond, but Greg holds on--as he has since they first met. He made a promise. Isn't this what they'd been talking about? Some miraculous way that Pride and Virgo didn't own them? He's so happy to be here, why can't they be free, just for a little bit longer?

He breathes, shaky, wanting so badly to enjoy this as himself, for their sakes. He doesn't have to go fighting against the label to matter. Being here, being himself, being themselves is enough.

"If I could... begin to be... half of what you think of me..."