And now the asshole's gone. Gren curses again, this time with more feeling behind it, because things were actually starting to get interesting and the motherfucker had to skip out. Now what's he supposed to do with his fight-boner pent-up aggression?

He was going to leave, but stops-- he can hear something. Multiple somethings, actually. There's a heartbeat, probably this asshole's, and breathing to match, which are weirdly starting to pick up instead of slow. And there's some rhythmic little fwip-fwip-fwip noise that he can't quite place and is all the more irritating for that fact.

The important thing, though? The red-condomed jackass is still around, and that means that Gren's boner aggression can go to good use. He got his blood up for a fucking fight and he's going to finish, goddammit.

He follows the sounds, stalking through the aisles until he turns around one to see Wade's back, crouched down and--

And... doing... something with his hands. At crotch-height. Rhythmically.

Gren's train of thought kind of gets a little derailed at that point, on account of what the fuck.

"...You, uh... fuckin' need a minute there?"

Gren wants to knock this guy's block off, sure, but he wasn't planning on doing it while he's got his cock out, too. He's not into that? No judgment, some people are into that and that's fine, but he would've wanted a little warning if things were turning in that direction.