Greg followed suit, dropping his empty cup into a nearby (and very full, maybe they could use a better janitorial service too) trash can. "What did -I- do? Oh, uh... Hmm." It would be difficult to phrase this without basically saying 'I became really anti-social', but he'd wing it as he went. The boy turned his attention to the kids now playing with their ball rather than Seiya, only so her potential reactions couldn't mess with his flow.

"Well, uh... I used to like school a lot, I guess. I wasn't really a smart kid, but uh... Advanced? I guess. I learned a lot of stuff really early, so it made it look like I was really smart and junk." Greg leaned further back on the bench, rubbing his chin and going abnormally slow with this little explanation. Hopefully she could dismiss it as his usual language barrier shenanigans. "It was a lot of pressure, I guess? For a kid, anyway. I, uh... Either way, I ended up liking video games and stuff. So, I did that a lot and now I still do." So the end wasn't exactly believable, and it obviously wasn't all there was to it, but it'd have to do as long as she didn't stick her nose in any further.