Robert watched James leave the room and turned his attention back to Greg. He folded his arms and bit his lip. “Please humor me. Explain what he was doing here.” Greg could hardly look at Robert. He eyes scanned the room, took a peek at Robert’s and then quickly moved away. “Greg. Answer the fucking question.” He sighed and finally looked up. “I don’t know.” “You damn well know why. Fucking answer me.” This scene was so unusual to Greg, as Robert was never this demanding. It now seemed like his world was collapsing, and he couldn’t bear to lose them both. “I think what happened with Amber really got to me. I think the kiss was to kill my pain of fucking up. I would never intentionally hurt you, and I pray you understand.” Robert looked at Greg, seeing his pain and regret. For some reason, he believed it, but didn’t want to let him get away that easily. “I think it would be best if I left for a while.” Robert mumbled, ignoring Greg’s staring. “I love you too much to stay here and lie.”