His hair is askew and his top button is undone. I love seeing him like this—so unlike the Gregory Davenport VI that everyone else sees. And somehow, this is how I’ve always seen him. As a regular boy. A regular man. Someone who was smart and ambitious—but not much more than I was. To others he borders on otherworldly, born with a silver spoon and gilded wings. To me, he’s just Gray.
