"I mean why wouldn't I come?" His relationship with his father wasn't perfect, but it wasn't terrible either. As all father sons they had their ups and downs. Luckily things ended on one of the ups. Greg closed his eyes for a moment, letting his mother continue to run her hand through his hair. "I should go bring my things up from the car." Exhaling audibly he made his way back outside, grabbing his suit bag, suitcase and a bottle of scotch.<br/><br/>Greg quickly glanced over in the direction to the kitchen to try to hear if his sister and "M" had finished the dishes. It seemed that they had.  He climbed up the stirs, knowing exactly which stairs would make noise and which ones didn't. It was comforting. Smiling lightly he made his way down the hall to the room all the way at the end. He found Mary standing in the door way. "Reminiscing?" Greg said with a light smirk as he made his way past her and tossed the bags on the bed.<br/><br/>He brandished the bottle of scotch, opening it he took a swig and walked up to her. "Take a swig." He winked at her as he stripped off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. "I don't think I've stepped foot in this room in nearly a decade."