Who: House, Ray, possibly Orlinda later? What: Watching Paint dry- do you really have to ask? When: Tonight, after Greg regains his mortal coil. Or something equally witty. Warnings: Swearing. Smarm, and then likely smut.
After his rather rude awakening from his nap, once again one leg lighter, Greg had taken to lounging around in his- their- bed, playing away on his guitar. With no daughters around to disturb, he didn't bother turning the amp down, letting himself get lost in the music.
After a while, he got sick of answering messages, tossing his sidekick off to the side. If Ray wanted something, he'd have to do it the old fashioned way.