Harry raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Whoa, chill out, man. What's with you? Why are you flipping out on me?"
Greg grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him close, his voice low and menacing. "Don't you ever talk trash about Cammy again! Yeah, I slept with her, and I'll make damn sure I'm the last man she's ever with. Got it?"
When Greg finally shoved him back, Harry stumbled but quickly regained his footing, brushing off his shirt. "The rest of her life? What's that supposed to mean? Are you planning to marry her?"
Greg smirked and took another bite of his pancakes. "Maybe," he replied curtly.
"Maybe? What kind of answer is that?" Harry scoffed, shaking his head. "Alright, fine. Let me rephrase. Since you're not even officially together, are you in love with her?" He asked as he slid back into his seat.
To his surprise, Greg didn't respond. He kept his head down, entirely absorbed in his pancakes, not even bothering to glance up.
