Maryanne stared from one Mitchell to the other. She knew the ghost didn't trust the vampire, thought he would do something regrettable. Thought he would hurt her, and George. And anyone else the vampire cared about. "He doesn't trust you, sure, but I don't think he wants you to kill yourself anymore. He knows what you mean to us now." But she honestly hadn't known he'd told himself to kill himself.
But she also didn't have a reason. Not one more than it was just... Sex. Fun, delicious, sex. Though Maryanne did like the Ghost too. So she sat a little straighter. "You want me to get out too?"