Greg took Maryann's hand into his own, lacing his fingers through is before clutching her hand lightly for a moment. "How about we sneak a few drinks in from Dad's liquor cabinet like when we were kids?" Greg said as he smiled lightly, "I have a case of dad's favorite scotch sitting in my car. I think he'd want that rather than us moping about." He let go of her hand and made his way to the living room where his mother sat, staring blankly at the T.V..<br/><br/>"Mom." He said lightly as he bent down to give her a kiss on her cheek. "How are you doing?" Greg asked as he sat down in front of her on the floor, his back facing her as he leaned back into her lap. It only seemed natural that his mother ran her manicured nails through Greg's slightly greying hair. "Better. I just need to come to terms with all of this." She smiled weakly as she looked back up to the T.V. "I'm glad you came sweetie."<br/><br/>Rachel on the other hand had gone ahead and started doing the dishes, rinsing every plate and spoon before setting it aside to be stacked into the dishwasher.