He sighed, a bit unnerved with her sleeping on his lap and summoned his guitar again, more for his protection than because she had told him to, and started playing. It wasn't probably that relaxing, but he was feeling irritated enough with this stupid conversation that he didn't care. Besides, she had PLAYED HIS GUITAR! That was deserving of some sharp notes right by the ear!

That it was called Always With Me, Always With You, he wasn't going to mention. He was being her dickhead best friend.