Greg dutifully pulls up opposite Speedy's café and Sherlock is halfway out the door yelling "Laterz" before Greg can stop him.
"Wait!" Greg calls grabbing his shoulder. "Do you think I could come in for a bit?" He asks cautiously, well aware how protective Omegas could be of their Den.
Sherlock thinks of mummy waiting at home and how the shock of the prodigal son's return might affect her. He looks at Greg fretfully and quickly finds his voice. "A deal's a deal remember? I won't tell anyone your secret."
"Great, that's um good to know. But don't you want to talk or something? I mean there's so much to catch up on. If you think about it I don't know anything about you really."
Sherlock turns and pulls himself back into the car. "And whose fault it that?" He snaps. "You're the one who ran away and left."
"Sherlock I had to-"
"Had to what? Hide who you are to make it in this world because you couldn't cut it being yourself? Had to hurt everyone who loved you and let them wonder if you were alive or dead for over twenty years?" Sherlock screeches bitterly.
"You think it was easy for me?" Greg retorts. "I was just 14; do you know what options I had at the time? None! I didn't want to end up a pawn in the system so I got out. I did what I did to get to where I am today."
Greg takes a deep breath and puts his hands on the steering wheel calming himself. "But I thought about what I did every day. I wanted to come back home. Only the longer I left it the harder it was you know?"
Sherlock shakes his head dumbly.
Greg sighs. "I finally went home about six months ago only it wasn't there anymore. No one was."