Seems almost certain that Greg is going to leave. Mind can't fully comprehend it yet :(

Greg stood at the window and watched the rain lash the city. The lights were off and the room was illuminated only by the occasional flashes of lightning that ripped through the night.
He heard Israels' feet hit the carpet and felt his arms wrap around him soon after. He leaned back and relaxed. After the Broncos' game in Sydney, Israel had come down to visit him. He was glad. His ankle sprain meant he wouldn't be going up to Queensland for weeks and wouldn't have gotten the chance to see Israel in all that time.
Thunder crashed through the monotone of the rain and he felt Israels' arms tighten around him.
"You used to hate storms" Israel said softly.
He'd always been afraid of the raw power of storms, they could destroy him if he was careless.
"Don't hate them anymore" he replied as he turned in the circle of Israels' arms.
When Israel had first realised his fear, he had made sure to be with him anytime there had been a storm. He would lie there in Israels' arms as the storm blew outside but never get the chance to focus on his fear because Israel was there keeping his mind away from the storm with words, tongue and teeth.
He leaned forward and kissed Israel gently.
"There's only you now"