[ With that, Greg doesn't waste any more words while they move. He keeps glancing back to her, as though afraid she might slip away. Security may not have given up entirely, but in the bustle of concert mayhem they're able to find an unoccupied dressing room.

Once they're alone, Greg faces Garnet, wringing his hands. ]

Wh... what can you tell me about him? About who he was. [ He started hesitant, but once he's started, it's hard to hold back. ] Anything at all, I--I remember some, but I can't... you took care of him, didn't you? What was he like, when, when he was...

[ ...happy. ]