Sometimes, it was better to let a person work it out. A good cry was important, a moment to work it out. Greg knew those, didn't mind them. It was enough to be there, and let them work through it, waiting for when they were ready for him. This wasn't one of those moments.

"Wash... Wash, c'mon, look at me." Greg shifted again to better be in front of Wash, more firmly gripping his hand. "I'm right here. Okay? You're out of there. Stick with me, pal."

Wash needed to deal with this, but he couldn't get lost in it, either. Gems shrugged off regeneration like it was no big deal, a puff of smoke and light and their day goes on. It was a fact of reality, something that simply happened every now and then. He and Wash weren't Gems, but by Greg's count, they weren't quite human anymore, either.