Is he all right, really? As little as Greg understands about magic or all this weird transformation stuff, he did raise Steven. He can tell his son is holding something back. But he's tired, and hurting. Maybe he's not ready. Maybe he'll tell him later.

Greg lays his other hand on top of Steven's, cupping it gently. All he wants is to make sure his son is happy. He doesn't know how to do it here. Nothing is like it was before.

"All right. If anything starts hurting, you can tell me, okay? I'll be right here."