"Colorful name," Guybrush remarked with a snap of his fingers. "I don't know a lot of musicians, but that has to be the best name I've heard for one yet. Haggis McMutton was pretty good, but Grencia is definitely better. The name the nurses call you must be such a letdown by comparison."
Guybrush stole another glance to the door, trying to keep his focus on both the entryway and the conversation. A master of being distracted by anything and everything that looked even remotely interesting, he realized with a sigh that he'd already lost track of whether or not Elaine had come into the room. She'd be fine until later, he told himself. He liked the thought that she was probably in therapy better than keeping an eye glued to the door. Besides, hadn't she told him to find something more productive to do than hang over her shoulder?
"So, Grencia," he said, returning his attention the other man, "How long have you been here? Long enough to find out exactly why you were supposedly committed?"
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Guybrush stole another glance to the door, trying to keep his focus on both the entryway and the conversation. A master of being distracted by anything and everything that looked even remotely interesting, he realized with a sigh that he'd already lost track of whether or not Elaine had come into the room. She'd be fine until later, he told himself. He liked the thought that she was probably in therapy better than keeping an eye glued to the door. Besides, hadn't she told him to find something more productive to do than hang over her shoulder?
"So, Grencia," he said, returning his attention the other man, "How long have you been here? Long enough to find out exactly why you were supposedly committed?"