Greg runs his hand over his face, then his bare head. All right. So the future's closer than he thought. This doesn't have to be bad. He needs to get used to it, is all.

With a deep breath, Greg straightens up. This is all right. He's all right. More important things ought to be focused on.

"So--is this your home, too?" He grins, weak but hopeful. Surely this is a more pleasant conversation topic. "You're helping raise Steven too, with the others?"