So..... Here we are.
I walk in the house expecting his shit to be gone, but it’s not.
Then he walks in.
Me: you’re supposed to be gone.
Greg: oh well like, I’m moving out, but I’m keeping stuff here in case it doesn’t work out.
Me: that’s not what moving out means. You said you were moving out.
Greg: well everyone else said they were cool with it.
Me: ok Greg