There were a lot of things going on at once. Tempers clashing, frustration and exasperation spilling over, uneven ideals duking it out, stress snapping, exhaustion breaking over everyone.

It was too much from too many places in too many ways. It wouldn't matter who Greg tried to comfort, or appease, or cheer up, as nothing he was saying was getting through to anyone in the first place. By this point, it seemed like if things were going to work out at all, they'd do it on their own, and he'd just have to wait for them to figure it out.

Greg sighed, leaning heavily on the armrest of Rose's chair. He felt very tired. They all needed some rest.