What was even happening, here? They were all talking about him, yet he didn't feel like part of the conversation. They were all trying to stick up for him, protect him, but it made him feel worse. They were all his friends, but they were all fighting because of him.

None of them were wrong, but none of it felt right, either. It just went in circles, and Greg already felt too sick to keep up. No one was listening to him anyway. He just heaved a deep sigh, and sagged into the couch.