For a little while, he hangs back, just looking at Tiger's dim form in the dark. He feels like there's a lot of things he's supposed to be saying, or asking about, yet nothing's coming to him. Greg sighs, and rubs at his eyes. God, he's so tired. He needs to just go to sleep, and he can completely forget everything that's happened.

Finally, he sits down, a little ways away from Tiger, and leans back to look at the stars.

"Hey, y'know what I think?"