Greg stammered, "I know, I know." Handing Molly a plate to dry off, instead of putting it on the drying rack. He eyed the door leading into the other room where they could hear their dad and Evie having a good time with one another. "I want him to be happy!" He overcorrected, "Don't get me wrong. It's just strange is all. He never asked me to leave until recently." Though perhaps it was time he left the coop. Fly on his own. Or put training wheels on until he was ready to venture out on his own.
He wasn't headstrong in the way that Molly was. Wasn't independent. Liked landing on cushions. The past few years and rocked his boat, and his position as a legal aide had him thinking about a future. He wanted a future, he just didn't know what the shape and flavour of it would be.
Greg smiled at Molly. "Don't worry about me. Let's get this cleaned up for da', it's not a big deal. In Gregory King fashion, he swallowed the pill and would pretend the feelings didn't exist. Minimizing the lost feeling was more comfortable then continuing to talk about it. He didn't want their dad to know he was uncomfortable with the new arrangement, needing more time to adjust. His feelings didn't matter.