Greg's paranoia has peaked with a certainty that no pillow, nor indeed any door, could stop anyone who wanted to from overhearing. Still, he appreciates security blankets as something soothing.
He slings his guitar strap over one shoulder, looks at Rarity, and nods. She's not got her violin, which means singing. He'll match her rhythm.
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He slings his guitar strap over one shoulder, looks at Rarity, and nods. She's not got her violin, which means singing. He'll match her rhythm.