Nick took the binoculars blindly, still staring at Warrick, mouth hanging open while he processed what Warrick said.

It was the Greg and Cath that clued him in.

Cath would eat a kid like Greg for breakfast, then move on to someone a little more... well, the polar opposite of Greg, pretty much.

"You've got to be bustin' my chops, man," Nick said slowly. "You've -- I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that, or anything, with, you know, but --" He cocked his head to the side. "Warrick, come on, man, either my life took some weird left turn or -- man! You're totally playin' me, you have to be."