God, George hoped to God, that they were covered when he was struck with the pillow. He had been about to turn and fuss when he heard the other Mitchell speak. Leaning forward, instead, he peeped at the vampire, then turned back to look at the ghost, and them Maryanne following right quickly.
"Oh... Oh. I er. You, and her, and... Oh." He wasn't sure what to think about the Ghostly version of his best friend obviously having sex with his slightly damaged friend. It didn't seem out of sorts, after all how many girls had the vampire stolen away from him? Not that Maryanne was being stolen. Or not from him anyway.
Part of it made sense. After all Maryanne and the Vampire got along as if they had known each other all of their lives. Why wouldn't the ghost and she? And if there was no Annie for the Ghost, then perhaps this was something that was inevitable. "Sorry?"