He picks up the plate with the couple of waffles he'd already cooked up before Steven woke up, and places it on the bedside table for Steven. "I'd say you found me at just the right time." It's a nice sentiment, perhaps, but harder to convince when "just the right time" involves that much blood.

Greg tugs at the hem of his shirt, glancing off again. "Sounds like we both had the same sort of thing happen. I got caught up making friends, and didn't notice anything was weird until pretty late in it..." He can only imagine what sort of things Steven could have gotten up to... he has to trust that if it were anything too intense, Steven would tell him.

He scratches again at a dense lock of hair, uncertain what he should say next. Eventually, he takes the more cowardly route. "Lars got you out of there, huh? I'll have to make sure to thank him."