Steven looks up, and for just a second panic chokes the breath from Greg. His son has so much blood on him, dark and drying, and it takes a moment for him to realize none of it is Steven's. In fact, a fair bit is Greg's, he'd wager.

That doesn't make him feel any better.

"It's been a long few days."

Greg tries to mask his shaking voice with a yawn, but there's a tremble in his hands as he holds on. None of this is how things should be. None of this is how his son ought to be living his life. Here they are regardless.