[Greg didn't make it terribly far down the street, the combination of panic, lack of a plan, and overall lack of exercise bid him to stop at the corner, gulping for air. What is he even doing? What's he hoping will happen, here? He's just making himself look like a bigger coward than ever.
He can't bring himself to look at Wash as he follows after. They'd just managed to get back to neutral, and then he went and ran out on him. Getting a head start on ruining everything, then.]
S-sorry... I'm sorry, man, I...
[He's trying to breathe, but it feels like everything is closing in. What has he got left to lose? He's got nothing here, yet it still keeps happening.]
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He can't bring himself to look at Wash as he follows after. They'd just managed to get back to neutral, and then he went and ran out on him. Getting a head start on ruining everything, then.]
S-sorry... I'm sorry, man, I...
[He's trying to breathe, but it feels like everything is closing in. What has he got left to lose? He's got nothing here, yet it still keeps happening.]
God, what am I doing here. I can't do this again.