Gregorio had ended up staying over at his mother's place, she was often alone and he'd visit her sometimes and she'd babysit his son whenever he had work to do. She was aware of his mob work even if she didn't speak to his father, she just kept out of his work life and said nothing about anything mafia related. They ended up having a good old dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, she had taught him her recipe and he did the same for his son. His mother had suggested he'd have to find himself a better woman than Cynthia who didn't boss him around and smack him so much. Of course, the physical altercations didn't occur when their son was around and they at least agreed on that and Cynthia threatened Greg that if anything happened to her son that was mob related, he was going to be dead and it seemed she had mob connections. Making it home now, he huffed, he didn't want to admit to his mother that Katsuro had gotten him hot and bothered and was trying to get him off his mind. Plopping on the bed, he huffed and then sighed, wanting to get rest. Maybe he did need another woman in his life to distract him from that?